A Scary Poem
The winds were blowing cold and hard
While you and I were walking.
The full moon rising overhead
The nighttimes’ only lighting.
Up ahead a dark figure rose,
Smoke billowing from his coattails.
With eyes of red and a ghoulish gait
He began to make his way towards us.
You grabbed me close, your eyes went wide,
And I pretended to be brave.
But I shook, and cried a little,
Imagining me in the grave.
As he drew close details arose,
And with horror we did realize,
This was no man, nor beast I knew,
But something much more scary.
Oh my heart, it beat so fast!
And my brain told me to run.
But my feet were stuck in place,
As I knew that I was done.
The beast strode close, I heard his breath,
It was heavy, deep, and labored.
He raised his hand, so thick and green,
At us his first finger pointed.
He made a noise, a ghastly sound,
That struck me very queerly.
“Your post-grad job needn’t be mediocre,
Just come visit me, I’m the CDOgre!”