The Beast is Near"The Beast is Near" By Jack TiffeeThe Beast is Near
The breeze is calm And the shadows are long The forest is quiet And my children are home
I smell a foul scent in the air The beast is near
My children are hungry so I answer their cries The forest is quiet And then I hear a cry
Shouting Screaming Blood and cries My children run and so do I
The beast thrust its long claw at me And rips through my flesh Then I begin to bleed
The beast roars and laughs I run for my life And he fo
The Nightmare before ChristmasThe Nightmare before Christmas PoemThe Nightmare before Christmas
Ghouls and goblins, witches a brew, Oogie Boogie stirring up his snake and spider stew, A hysterical mayor with a curled, twisted face, With monsters and ghosts wandering in this Halloween place, A pale rag doll sewed up stitch by stitch, Next to an eerie mad scientist with an uneasy twitch.
Though they all looked scary and seemed quite macabre, It was just Halloween and it was only their job.
Then, in the front of the crowd a skeleton stood, He was the Pumpkin King so he did what he could, Was heard “Jack Skelling
