The scream
It isn't an ordinary night! Was it an ordinary day? To you, To me, To all of us camping near the forest of fear What touched me? What spooked me! Is it a soft wind shaking my leaves, A paint brush drawing a frame around my fears A musician touch playing a tune of melody towards my ears Or an evil spirit, A lonely and a hungry spirit needs its mate to dance with, To melt in Is it real or a dream or a vision of fear! Oh! It was real & I was blind, but I could see All I remember now, Is the scream out of me, In the forest! We call it the forest of fear. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 06:12 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"It isn't an ordinary night!..."