The darkness creeps in,
The last light goes out,
And all that's silent,
Suddenly becomes loud.
The spiders crawl out,
The insects chirp loud,
A deadly snake slithers unhurriedly,
Gliding by the gurgling creek.
A little girl clad in white,
Stood still, staring at the moon, bright,
A small doll held loosely in her hand,
Half-forgotten and coming to life.
Slowly the plastic smile widened,
Eyes swiveled and rested on the oblivious girl,
Sturdy limbs came to life,
The doll grinned and bared her fangs wide.
The temperature continued to drop steadily,
The pale moonlight washed the surroundings white,
The little girl's eyes widened in shock,
A pair of fangs embedded in her neck, out of plain sight.
Her lips parted in surprise,
A silent, painful cry unheard,
Her eyes turned bloodshot,
And she collapsed on the leafy floor.
There in the middle of the forest,
She lay, a huddled heap of crimson-stained white,
And the doll slowly walked away,
Brushing away the first snowflake.
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A WILD IMAGINATION~ A BOOK OF POEMS
Poésie~ If you peek into the pages of her heart, There lies an isolated place, Once haunted by cheerful spirits, bright, Now a home to the forlorn darkness inside ~ This is a book of poems written by me. I hope you enjoy it. P.S. Most of the poems are ho...
