horror themed poetry, Poetry, scary poem

Knock, Knock, Knock


Don’t you open the door at night.
If you don’t like to have a fright.
It’s not your mother nor is it your father.
Rest assured, it’s not even your brother or sister.

Look away when you hear the knock.
Be quiet, unlike the clock.
The knock will stop, but he will surely not.
Be still, like a corpse that rots.

Behind the door he’s still there.
Until you feel a cold and damp air.
By now you feel that he’s watching you.
Close your eyes and pretend you’re asleep too.

You will then hear a heavy breathing.
Accompanied by occasional growling.
If you want to escape a dire fate,
The first words of the first lines will save you, have faith.


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