Ghoulmania

• Francesco Mazzaferro, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2020

As we walk, we don’t talk.
We are scared but prepared.
It is daunting as well as haunting.
As we enter, dangers the centre.
What are we going to do, the sky is not blue.
After a while, we see a child.
We ask if you have seen a car, but he runs far.
It’s not so bright, so the child is out of sight.
We see a ghoul, that’s in an old pool.
He comes towards us, it grabs us.
He threw us to the ground, the ghoul was very proud.
Then I got up, and saw a cup that was filled up.
The ghoul that was once near, and everyone's fear.
Was no longer here.