Ramblings of the Soul (✅)

Crooked

The man scowled
The others cowered
The sight of him was enough
For sleep to be rough

He saw their weakness
He saw their fear
He knew each and every one of them
Beyond their years

Young or old
The tale is told
That the crooked man
Will steal your soul

There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.