Friday, 14 March 2014


Shivers Of Fear.

 I am the dreadful menace.
The one whose will is done.
The haunting chill upon your neck.
I am the conundrum.
 
I am the shivers up your spine.
The beast in your nightmares.
I am the frost that freezes your soul.
The ice like glass below.
 
I am the muscular voice capturing you.
The one who destroys your dreams.
I am the wet knife in front of you.
The impossible to defeat.

By Sian  Yr6 
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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous14 March 2014 at 12:00

    Well done Sian, great poem!

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  2. minecraft van14 March 2014 at 12:03

    Hi Sian, love the I am the shivers up your spine, the beast in your nightmares

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  3. Ashfieldblog14 March 2014 at 22:00

    Hi Sian. I'm really interested to know why it is a wet knife. Why the word wet? A great poem :-)

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