Whispers of 12:00 am
Shrouds the moon with dark clouds,
Invigorates the flickering lightning to expose the lone tree
That gave a horrific look
Which slapped my face
To gaze at my room walls.

The whistling wind arrived with an eldritch aura
That made my window curtain close itself,
The lightning revived my room’s shadows
That fluctuates hungry zombie’s postures.

Then fluttery knocks made my heart jumped out,
And my house wore a perfectly fierce look
While my bed seemed to house a monster below.

My roof suddenly flew away,
Then it rained on me cats and dogs,
My fear located my car
To escape from this death trap called home.

But the sinister night made driving a risk
And placed my comfort on dilemma’s lap.

My car disappointed me
So I tried to give her treatment.

But whispers echoed mockery
Of their prey who will visit zombie’s belly.
Like erstwhile victims,
I felt my flesh compensating their hunger.

Now Lightning struck me with blindness.

Noo, ahh

Poet: Ogomigo Roland.

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