The wind



The Wind

The wind is blowing
A storm is coming
Could a Myotismon be searching for me

The rain is falling
A soul is searching
Could he truly be stronger than me

The leaves are falling
A mind is thinking
Could the door handle be being shaken by he

The door is opening
A shadow is lurking
Could the shadow be Myotismon looking for me

No it is only my dad
My big brother wet his bed
And he is telling me to go back to sleep