Icy Fingers
Icy fingers down and up the spine,
Creaky stairs and spooky shadows-trapped in rhyme. That which goes bump in the night,
Be it real or make-believe fills you with fright. A sinister whisper, perhaps a demon's cackle.
As your milk and cookies snap, pop, and crackle. Beware it beckons, beware,
The shrieks boast of misery and despair. Proceed with caution, turn each page on your own accord,...