Source:slobbering
Who sits and waits in the darkness?
There is no movement in the blackness.
As still as a fox waiting to pounce,
She waits without a ruffle or flounce.
A hissing sigh floats through the air.
Are those snakes slithering in her hair?
The ghostly form stands to meet us.
Is she the hostess sent to greet us?
We stand alone in this bleak hall.
There won’t be dancing at this ball.
Time to leave this creepy place
And quicken this story’s pace.
But since this is a horror story,
We won’t be leaving with much glory.
THE DEAD GAME
