The Web Poetry Corner - Kenneth R. Bays - The Night I Dread
The Night I Dread
by
Kenneth R. Bays
ALL THE LITTLE CHILDREN
All Hallows Eve is a night I dread.
For it is the night of the undead.
They come out to seek their prey,
Before the night turns to day.
If they find you and your alone,
You'd better pray you make it home.
These monsters,they have no souls.
They'll try to eat you from head to toe.
So if you've listened to what I've said,
You'll stay in this night,the night of the undead.