That sound was coming,
Darkness over the hill,
Sounds like the sounds of kill,
A blood-curddlling shirek,
A dark foggy creak,
The dark hill with no grass,
Surely time could Pass?
There was no wind,
Yet the grass were rippling and twirling,
Your heart is curling,
Whispers from the trees,
But there are none,
You really have the urge to turn and run,
But you can't, wait, what's this?
It's a dark never-ending abyss,
At last it ends,
And you have to attend,
The fear you knew,
That was inside you,
You hear a sound, a laughing, a scream,
A gust of wind, you woke up,
It's was just a dream.......
