Fairy Tales
These Are What Nightmares Are Made Of
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!
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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