BlueRoseGardens

Talk talk talk That's what people do Talk talk talk So why can't I? Talk talk talk I wish I could Talk talk talk But who would talk to me anyways?

    Twas Halloween morning, the air filled with the scent of rising evil, the atmosphere preparing itself for what was to come. The trees started to lose their leaves in fear and the plants withered. The wind blew stronger naively believing that it could simply blow away it away. The temperature dropped like an anvil from a cliff. The once long happy long summer days transitioned into the short, cold miserable days. As the evil continued to terrorize nature, it decided to start the real battle; against nature’s inhabitants. Some slept, deciding to have it just be a bad dream.                ”Halloween,” The woman murmured,

A monster You hiss You yell You scream A monster Am I? You turn away You run You hurry A monster Am I? You look back You glance You stare You leave You're forever lost A monster I am