She comes to wake you in the dead of night When the full moon rises don't put up a fight, For she is at her strongest but have no fear She won't kill you unless u fight my dear. She kills so many without a thought At yet so many have died and fought, But none can escape her yes this is true You're lucky if she ever leaves you. You might fight her off during new moon But she'll be coming back very soon, So all beware this is no lie You must beware the indigo eye.
Such a spine tingling momentum of shivers from the poem by you that sure delivers a great chill through me, yes i would agree, your poem is spook-ie
New poem! So many children have died in her wake, And yet some still don't know wats at stake, When they go to the town, And spot her in her black gown. Some may say tht the whole town is cursed, But the house in the marsh is by far the worst, So parents beware of the woman they see, She kills them, once even three. The woman..........in black.