The Haunted Forest (Free Style) Poem by Dorian Petersen Potter

The forest awaits
You see beyond the gates
It's time to run
It's well past eight


Look over your shoulder
The trees start to sway
The air is getting colder
The sky is getting gray


The wind will start to howl
Your insides will churn
Werewolves will prowl
No more a place to turn

You better run now
No more time to lose
This is Halloween night!
Evil creatures want to bite


The forest awaits
Turn the other way
Don't tempt your fate
And fall their prey