In the dark of your room
Something cold from the tomb
Awakes you with feelings of dread
Seems to float and to hover
Then pulls on your cover
And sidles up next to your bed
Its image is fearsome
A face without eyes
An energy making you swoon
It radiates outward
Your hair it will rise
Like you feel when you rub on a balloon
Paralysis grips you
You cannot but shout
Your face feels as if it will smother
Someone turns on the light
And, there in the bright,
Stands (in costume)
Your wee little brother.
You missed Halloween, you dope.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Love reading your stuff to the choir! You have new fans!
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You’re corrupting the minds of an angelic choir? Shame.
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Thank you for this.
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Haha crazy brothers!
Love this ❤️
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Happy Halloween!
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“In the dark of your room
Something cold from the tomb
Awakes you with feelings of dread
Seems to float and to hover
Then pulls on your cover
And sidles up next to your bed” ❤
Got shivers…. Wonderfully written.
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Haha thank you! It was a combination of childhood dream, and a Halloween missed while sick in bed.
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😊 Awesome…..
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Deep and such poignant lines written.
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You made me smile….thank you!
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