Trigger warning: mentions of violence.
Follow the mind as a moment es
A story be told of four young lasses
A boy of young wrapped in Bandages
A girl of old who sings songs of great ranges
A Father who’s hands weave many pages
And a mother who’s heart knows no Rages.
Into the Home of a once old man
A Old, old clock once did stand
Ticking away at a moments death
To smite away Friends and foe in one swell breath.
For striking three once each night
Did a creature stir bringing quite a fright
But not once more did the people have the sight
So on The thirty first they had no chance to fight.
A mortal soul in which Demons claws clenched
And Walls of sorrow Blood had drenched.
Hearth of fire and ash A ritual commenced
And Chest of Male child a red hole lanced
Each morn on The first of The thanksgiving month.
Do mother, father, and daughter sloth.
A Land laid barren A body clad in cloth
A foaming grey in the sky a scornful froth.
Shallow earth dug in Pain
Was a boys memory to rest he lain
To no more a warm smile grace us once again
The creatures claws Take blood fro his broken skin.
In nightmare fuel a devilish demon smiles
While they youngest tosses and riles
And in photos and videos the mother compiles
And not once seen amore the father beguiles.
So end our tale of Broken woe
A night in terror a horrid foe
A fear in the night no place to go
So listen child listen so.
not what hides within the dark
the creature who sneaks in to hit its mark
For those who chose to stand there stark
In blindness shall you find your Dark.
For those who lack a one true sight
Shall always get those horrid creatures not seen in night.
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