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These Are What Nightmares Are Made Of

By Robyn WelbornePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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While I was asleep and dreaming

I awakened to some midnight screaming

Although I’d pondered the thought of leaving

Yet something turned me blue.

That howling noise had left me weary

Scared to my bones, all sick and dreary

The louder it grew, more scary and eerie

And there I finally knew

The really screechy high-pitched tune

That kept on whistling at the moon

And showed no signs of stopping soon

Yet I couldn’t believe it too!

And there it was, a sight to see

As tall as a house and big as can be

I thought this was the end for me

The legends of werewolves are true!

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Robyn Welborne

I am an aspiring creative writer who is currently working for my double Associate’s Degree in English. My writing has no limits and no filter. Anything and everything from all genres; if I think about it, then I will write it down. Enjoy!

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