My entry for WP Poetry October contest - the words in bold are from the word list we were required to use. Thrilled to say it came third.

A chilling frost is in the ground
There's mystery in the evening air.
Mischief's at large, so make no sound.

For evil schemes are all around
There's diverse danger everywhere.
And chilling frost is in the ground.

Foul creatures of the night abound;
We can not know what's lurking there.
Mischief's at large, so make no sound.

There's no safe refuge to be found
The evil one has left his lair
A chilling frost is in the ground.

Hearts beat faster, they race, they pound
The tension's more than we can bear
Mischief's at large, so make no sound.
A chilling frost is in the ground.