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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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