| Tonight |
| as we will all live in fright |
| Hang tight |
| as a cow "Mooed " from beyond the heard. |
| A soft tinker was heard |
| must be a spirit lurking within. |
| A ping shared loud and thin |
| has blanked your skin. |
| The quietness within |
| something died and turned to Jell. |
| By the smell |
| painted the ground thin. |
| A quake and a shake |
| darkness surfaced everyone's skin. |
| Wolf |
| tempting a visit within. |
| the door swung open |
| behind the wall you can see his face. |
| a creepy place. |
| Up the hill out of sight |
| by Fortunelli Black |
| Midnight poems |