Out of the corner of your eye
The tingling on your neck
The shiver running down your back
The sense that something's there
The voice you hear right by your ear
The shadow that's not your own
The sudden change in temperature
When you know you're not alone
The stories told when you were young
Come drifting in your head
And suddenly they seem so real
As you hide deep within your bed
Because what you don't see is sometimes real
There's mystery still around
And we forget that where we live
Is still something's hunting ground
So carry some iron and a rabbits foot
Some milk and garlic too
And respect the old and wizened ways
Because there's truth in what was told
And just remember folklore was taught
Way before you were born
When men and mystery were intertwined
When we followed natural law
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2022 05:24
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Comments4
Good write SC. Cooeee, you seeing me?! lol.
i like it the meaning and the
subtle rhyming
Woo Woo - well writ as usual....but...but... weird, Sax
They are all around us SC, as we know.
Andy
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