As the night approaches

The jungle gets dark

I see the appearance of spooky cockroaches

As well as a bloodcurdling shark

 

I lay my tent near the creepy hills

Close my eyes to take a deep breath

Suddenly I get strange chills

Open my eyes to see dead Beth

 

I start running towards the woods

Feeling extremely petrified

I cover myself with two hoods

Till I hear snakes slither and glide

 

There is no way out of this jungle

All I see are skeletons, zombies and witches

I continue to walk, but unexpectedly stumble

Only to realise shadows with spine-chilling glitches

 

As the mysterious night continues

I keep my eyes and mind open

Though I feel the weakness in my sinews

This jungle tells time by a tower clock that is broken!