They come in the night clanging their chains,
Rising from graves where they leave their remains.
Ooooing and screeching, and crying aloud,
Floating above us, some wearing their shroud.

We feel the cold air preceding their flight,
Freezing us all on a mid-summer's night.
Just cover your eyes, they'll just float away
As soon as they see the bright light of day.



By Doris (


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