Creepypasta Poetry

The Rake

Hunched over hairless
Like a mangled up dog,
Found all over the world
But lost is the log,

All of the writings
Somehow wiped out,
No one is for sure of the creature
With no eyes and a deranged mouth,

It's hands bare talons
Of metal quite sharp,
It creeps in the night
When the day is most dark,

Haunting your nightmares
In fear you will quake,
There's no chance to help you
For it is known as The Rake.

(A.N: okay. I know this one wasn't that good. I'm sorry. >~<. I tried my best on it and I'm sorry it wasn't very good. It was a request from Foxy_The_Fox_1987 so, I tried. I'm really sorry. >~<)