Monday, October 10, 2016

To be read at night


Ten
The bodies scurry away,

Nine
They think it's a game they're about to play,

Eight
They find a hole in which to hide,

Seven
Quietly, the innocent abide.

Six
The demon-thief will take from them,

Five
The mother's dreams--what might have been,

Four
Their stifled giggles would not emit,

Three
If their stalker's face were lit.

Two
But have a final laugh little
one.

Ready or not, here i come.

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