Statues are Evil (Owe to Who)
No one believes me, I try, but no one will listen.
Statues will come alive when no one is watching them.
They all call me crazy, with no proof, and no hard fact;
So I asked them one question, "What happened to poor Jack?"
One moment he's playing in the town garden with Jill.
Their ball flew too high, he gave chase over a large hill.
Jill chased him yelling, "Come back Jack, don't go on your own!"
But when she reached the crescent, she let out a loud moan.
Surrounded by statues, one ball, but no Jack was found!
A town in an uproar, all their presumptions unsound.
I know this one fact, but I have no proof, not one ounce.
Statues are evil! On pure souls they hunt and will pounce!
All statues are cunning and their talent is dead on!
They are coming for you! Don't turn your back,
don't look away, don't blink and run run run!
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In Shadows They Hide - Poetry Devoted to Darkness and Fear
HorrorA collection of dark poems relating to Darkness, Fear and the Unexplained in attempts to thrill you! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed conjuring!
