The Haunting of The Snowman

By Ayushi Raghuvanshi

Beneath the moon’s cold silver light,

A snowman rose in the dead of night.

With coal-black eyes and a twisted grin,

His icy heart held darkness within.

Children’s laughter had shaped his face,

But something stirred in his frozen place.

A whisper of winds, a chilling sigh,

As shadows danced where none passed by.

His twig-like arms began to twitch,

His frozen form, an eerie glitch.

Step by step, he moved so slow,

Leaving trails in the moonlit snow.

Through silent streets, he made his way,

A phantom figure of frost and clay.

He paused by windows, cold and still,

Watching the sleeping, feeling the thrill.

But woe to the child who dared to stare,

At his hollow gaze, his icy glare.

For they’d find their dreams a frozen waste,

Their breath stolen in the snowman’s haste.

By dawn, he’d vanish without a trace,

Leaving only a melted space.

But whispers lingered, fears took flight—

Beware the snowman in the night.

By Ayushi Raghuvanshi