Terrifying

This poem was quite a bit of fun, for me, though its short. But still, I like it, and it fits the season, as you'll see.

This world is a scray place indeed.
Where all things dark may feed.
Predators stalk the night,
Waiting for victims they may bite.

In the darkness things go bump,
Eerie noises to make one jump.

One might be scared of dying in their sleep,
Another soul for grim death to keep.

Someone other might be afraid to die alone.
No one to care for them when thay are not but bone.

Being burned alive by a fire,
Or being poisoned by a spider.
Dropping into the ocean and left to drown,
Or tripping on a cliff and falling down, down, down.

To be buried alive may scare some,
The thought of disease could make others run.

And now don't make fun of what scares me, please,
But the one thing I can't stand: Fucking zombies.

I might come back to this one and extend it and smooth it out, but for now this will do.