Wicked Winds

Wicked Winds by Josiah Crocker

With wicked winds
The haunt begins
A tale as old as time

For in the dark
The devil shall hark
His demons to fill in line

With wicked howls
They don their cowls
And to the streets they go

The doors they knock
To yours they flock
Dire fates they do now sew

Into your room
A living tomb
Along your floor they creep

Your mouth they grasp
A muffled rasp
Another soul to reap

So lock your doors
Protect what’s yours
Or be gone into the deep


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Josiah Crocker