Ok, this one has a bit of a story behind it. I found this one day in a notebook, on some random page...not that unusual, I tend to do my writing on random pages. And this poem was definitly in my hand writing, no question. But....I didn't remember writing it. I still don't. And the weirdest thing is that it is not in my usual style and certainly not my usual content. In fact it gave me the goosebumps...still does, really. So if you want an explaination as to where this crazy thing came from, sorry, can't help you, I have no idea. And that's how it got its title.

Too Creepy

When the moon hangs in low in an obsidian sky, be wary.

Take to your sheltering lamp

Guard your children and sleep not

For on such night still waters ripple

Out of a boiling inferno foul creatures rise

Throwing off sheets of scarlet liquid

The thundering tread among the windy howls of their victims

They search through the darkness for souls to steal

Hapless wonderers fall victim to their fangs

Children tucked in safe homes soon are missed without a trace

Parents weep, for their children now serve the master of the night,

Whose foul laughter echoes through the mourning village at dawn

When under a blood-red moon beware

For soon you will know true fear

Night has stronger claws then a bear

The witching hour grows too near

Monsters will rise from the scarlet deep

Mothers hold your children to you tight

Sorrow will come to those that sleep

Your young will be stolen to serve the ruler of the night

Their moans will howl in the wind