Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Three bedtime rhymes for horror buffs by Pierre Mare


Now I lay me down to sleep
To dream of things that ooze and creep,
And should they not want out tonight
I pray for some other hideous fright.

x x x

“Good night my dear,” she said. “Sleep tight”.
She held me close, turned off the light.
“Sweet dreams,” she murmured in my ear.
I hoped for nightmare dreams and fear.

x x x

I woke her with a fearful scream.
She said, “There, there. It's just a dream.”
I said, “No Dear. Not anymore.
Just open up the closet door.”

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