HAUNTED HOUSE
Holidays are here, vacation is near
Going Somewhere strange I wonder where
Grandpa thatched house the best place to go
Located deep in the woods,
With friends I'll go
Night a nightmare beyond imagination
The sound of crows a scare in scrolls
Rat squeaks a game of thrones
An abandoned home I fear has gnomes.
As a kid, I remember Billy granes
A psych afflicted man
The closest neighborhood to grandpa
Heard he walked away and never came back
Whether dead or alive, no one knows
His home left abandoned
Scary as hell.
To Be continued.......
It's been almost a week now it's time to get my writing quill on, it's been long enough, i haven't been able to post, comment or vote for a while now, it's really been awfull, well it's good to be back.
When i started writing poetry on steemit, i really loved narrative poems which i did quite often, and here i am again revisiting one of my old hobbies.
DIVING DEEP
In the land of poetry, it's a holiday, so what better way to spend it than to go on a vacation, probably to meet your grandparents, or just your grandpa.
Well that's what happened.
A kid and his friend went on a vacation, they chose to hang out in the woods, this didn't turn out well for them, or anyone who have tried it for that matter. And funny enough there's always that weird no go area in the neighborhood where no one is suppose to go, but still ends up going there.
Like a said a classic, my kind of classic. Read and enjoy folks, the next part is coming soon.
my quill bleeds