Written by Alan KKLiew
The mystery of that road not taken
Travelers maintain absolute silence
And are scared to journey on that road
As though there’s a travel, hidden code.
A mile down the road, in that vicinity
There’s a pond next to a huge rock
Fairy nymphs with monstrous black frogs
Would do ballet, on the road, around the clock.
Travelers in fright, collide with that rock.
At side of that road, upon the hills
Vampires are outside their caves
Searching for warm blood,
Hunting for human’s grave
Creepy notes detonate devilish cries
Hover up the nightly, lightless sky.
Blood of dead bodies
Flows into dark valleys
For thirsty vampire bats,
And lifeless flesh would be
Consumed by ghastly rats.
Flame of eerie glow
For unaware souls
Creepy, spooky tango
Ballad of scary tempo
Are ever not in silence
0n that haunted road
– Not taken.
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