In the Dark Ghost Room

I think feel a breeze A breeze and a touch of horror Something makes my breath seize The stings of inner torture The beast of the dark just passes I hear the pings of its awfulness Horrible snuffs complementing terrible masses Something grip me here – oh fearfulness! Now what – silence… The quietness of the graveyard I sense trouble in disguise Only that worse turns bad Oh wait, I can see Slow approaches of eye balls The burning eyes of the black beast Monster, you, coming for me or my pulse This is it my adventure fiasco In the ever-dark ghost room I would rather die like a hero Behind this locked door with my rheum As I’ll lay my back on this door Oh beast feast, on me feast I can hear quacks as I fall …the door open at least Massacre! Oh massacre of the beast Sun ray-the enemy of the dark monster Came in for its burnt feast Because the door opened