Beside the mighty mountains,
Down in the deep dark valley,
You will find a bloody fountain
of kids who don't study but dilly dally.
Deeper among the unstable rocks
You will find me on a throne of bones
of kids who never drink vegetable stocks
And those that hurt me while skimming their stones.
Hiding as a shadow or as moss,
I go on a hunt every Halloween.
Stealing kids unloved by santa Claus.
Is it me or is it him that is mean?
~14/10/24 EH ©
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Word count - 84
Lines - 5
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