Watch out

Lol, dit is mn eerste, hij is wel in engels, maar ja, bijna al mn gedichten zijn in het engels.

The Shadows make forms of fright
They dissappear only when light
Creaking sounds coming from the hall
Something bangs as if it falls
An odour from hell reaches my nose
It withers a rose
Things look differant than what they are
Things close look far
Things far look close
There is now no time to doze
You must run far away
Away, away, away
Better start running
As they are all coming

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