And His name was ...
I saw him once on a rainy night
when goosebumps rose in dim light
I hear the tiptoes coming up the stairs
I saw the shadows as he came near
He hid my eyes under white sheets
I chase his whispers in defeat
And His name was ...
the pitter patter feet
Lonely crawl and claim His truth
I was lost under His flute
The thoughts are easy , the memory is small
But , the despicable grin throw his teeth said it all
I tried to mumble , I am scared
but my feet crumbled when fear came near
the senseless , aggravating , futile screams
tried to sneak out from under the sheets
I was left once solem breathe
He took gold from my hidden shelve
pinned me down on death's bed
hickory dickory dock
His moose ran up my clock
the clock struck four
when his shadows left my door
And His name was ...
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