Torn apart, a Tuesday twilight,

Walking along the gate

The rusted iron, cold to touch

Such had been the fate

Swirling winds, a slow suicide

waiting patiently for you

A glance in horror, at the shadows

dark and long, not a few

An abandoned road, lonely lost

sending a chill down the spine

the winds now gushing, strong and fast

Trees fall in a crooked line.

                                                                                      Author's Note

I kept this after the poem so as to not to spoil the mood(yeah like when you are really  interested to read such crap).This poem(completely mine) was just a representation of frequent and typically read/heard 'horror' stories/poetry. just in case if you might have noticed I just tried using alliteration in the first lines of the first two stanzas(I couldn't come up with the third one). so yeah that was my first shot at alliteration *does a small victory dance* hope you like it! XOXO :D