A long the highway at the midnight hour
The imagination starts to roam
Wolves baying in the night
Sounds like banshees taking flight
Ghostly shadows you do see
Makes you think of some monster out to eat thee
Then you remember tails told of old
Murderous pirates and hidden gold
Killers with chainsaws and bloody knives
Brings images to your mind
Thoughts in you mind that roam free
Festering inside to haunt thee
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