Can you believe it? Slowing, the days growing darker hours. Then, a cry of the night. And comes something horrible. Its eyes, penetrating and green, it's hard and intermediaries.
It creeps to its final destination. Where it on the wall hangs, like it's just beats of a clock
Away enlisting the little boy and the girl, it robs, then makes them to be your own self. It has a massive vote to keep strong energy. It changes the innocent to poor and bad to worse.
It'll make you wear clothes, make bad things, make you into a case in love, have sex, and die, too much work. Three... does it come? Two.... You should run. One.... You are an adult now.
There. It looks. It hurts you. It is bending your knees. It has arrived. It is gone. You are dead. They tried to fight too long.
© 2011 S. D. Blankenship
