The Death Room

I walked into a house, an abandoned house, a house which hasnt been used for years
I peered inside, just to be shocked by the feeling of immense fear
I walked inside, Happy to be alive
Then I saw these, these rings, there were five
There was a green one, a grey one, one with four points
There was a cute one and one with 9 joints
I stood inside this circle
Then to my suprise, I happened, To be purple
This was my imagination, or was it to seem?
When i saw this shiny gleam
Before I could move
I shudderd and grooved
To be deafened, I saw, the floor, with the eyes of the night seeming
They were gleaming, As so I saw, I was ON the floor,
My eyes started shutting, oh I heard bats fluttering.

And I was Unlucky to be alive...



THANKS THAT WAS MY POEM I MADE IT I CALL IT, THE DEATH ROOM


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-From your faithful moderator, Kadzi






EDIT: THIS IS PART 1, ITS TO BE CONTINUTED

Great Poem. -Thumbs up-

Nigglet wrote:Great Poem. -Thumbs up-

THANKS

Ooh, Nice Explanation, Great Job on your Poem!