Frights in the Night

• Artist: MissingFire
• Description: I wrote this poem for an English assignment. After getting an A+ on it I wanted to post it on Gaia and see what other think of it. I'm not a person that sits around every single day and writes poetry, so when I write poems that sound good it's always on accident. So tell me what you think!
  
  And this poem is supposed to be a comical narrative, so for those of you that know what a comical narrative poem is please tell me if this poem fits that please!
• Date: 03/20/2010
• Tags: frights night

The wind tore across the hill,
Yet all the trees stood still.
For all was quiet in the land,
As if under a stern tyrant's hand.

In a house across a river,
A single child woke with a shiver.
Tears ran down his face,
His heart beating as if in a race.

Trying to remember his dream,
His skin turned as pale as fresh cream.
For at the end of his bed,
He saw something that filled him with dread.

A dark form lay sleeping there,
In a blanket of it's own long hair.
The boy's breathing got faster,
As if he expected the thing to fester.

With a groan the figure rose,
The boy shook from his head to his toes.
It turned to look, it's bones did creak,
The poor boy let out a shriek.

Jumping out of bed,
He tried to escape the dead.
For the face he had seen,
Only dead it could have been.

Running down the hall,
The boy let out his fear in a silent call.
Behind him came the clatter of bones,
Unheard by other homes.

Racing through the rooms,
He spotted two girls on flying brooms.
A scream escaped the frightened boy,
He ran away like a broken toy.

Hiding in a warm dark closet,
The small boy decided to fight it.
Closing his eyes he covered his ears,
And in his mind began the gears.

Thinking quickly the boy smiled,
And soon he quickly decided.
This was his house, his home,
Not a place for creepers to roam!

Grabbing a stick he ran out yelling,
Everything in the house jumping.
"Get out!" he screamed,
"Soon my honor shall be redeemed!"

Chasing the monsters through the house,
The boy laughed as they became the mouse.
Through the door the creatures ran,
Never to return again.

Comments

[3m0 k1d593]

omg thats a really good poem. i have the same thing with poem writing. but when ever i need to write a poem i need to write it. nothing is to stop me. Im getting into more shakespare poetry like u kno thou and thy and all that jiberish!!! good job