Black-eyed children myth poem

Sitting still in the cool autumn air, Leaves cracking softly as the breeze blows by, Reds exploding within the yellows and oranges, So peaceful and pleasant in the early evening. So calming; not the setting I expected for the scare of my life. I’m a young mother to two sets of twins. I know how to deal with children, but I was not expecting them. I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A LEGEND! A legend! Yet they came… BLACK-EYED CHILDREN!!!! ******************************************************************** “Let us go to her,” I giggled to myself, pointing to a pretty woman with hair the color of my eyes; Black as black can be! I’m not cruel, am I? A soul of a forgotten child, Abused. Tortured. I got no love, now I want what I never got… A LOVING PARENT!!!!! “WE ARE NOT CRUEL!” I thought as we wandered over to her, kicking leaves up as we went. “We only want a parent.” We were willing to steal one if we had to! ********************************************************************** I was sitting down on a bench near the edge of the park wondering where I took a wrong turn. They came, Slowly at first, almost shyly. Four of them, two girls and two boys like my own. All were different colors; One had curly black hair and her skin was brown as chocolate, Another was a sunny blond with golden skin, Third one was a bloody redhead girl with pale-as-snow skin, Last one was black as his eyes with white hair! WHITE HAIR! THAT SIGN INFORMED ME SOMETHING WAS WRONG, but the Mother in me took over, before Sense did. “Are you lost?” I met them in the middle, concerned. Unreasonable fear rushed through me as I neared them, “WHY?... HOW?... WHAT?” my brain garbled over, As Reason screamed, “Get out! Get away from them!” *************************************************************************** “Good,” we thought, she is confused. She would do nicely as OUR mother! Very nicely! We concealed our wicked grins with innocent, scared smiles. “Please can you help us? We’re scared to walk at night in the city.” We layered on the innocence, the fear, and the distressed look of terrified children. “You poor dears! That is a very smart move, my dears,” she gasps. “Yes! Fall into our trap!” We grinned. I reached out my snow white hand toward her, like I did to my own mother, Before she beat me, chopped me up, and threw me into the river in a plastic bag. “I WANT TO BE LOVED!!!” I screamed in my mind to reason out the guilt Tears would have rolled down our faces if we could still have cried, The moment we touched her hand, FELT THE LOVE RADIATE OFF HER! “This is what we want!” We sighed as one. ************************************************************************ I felt I was in mortal danger the moment we touched hands! “GET OUT OF THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” my mind Shrieked. I was torn! It physically hurts… I can’t leave them… But I’m not safe here! I’m sure I made the right choice… I ran! It is not uncommon to see a pregnant woman running in the streets of New York at this time, Not in this day and age. I was a gazelle out racing the cheetah in the savanna. Do I regret leaving them? Yes I do. Was it the right thing to do? Yes, it was. I sprinted right into my home and into my husband’s arms, Sobbing! ********************************************************************* Hundreds of us cried! “NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OUR MOTHER!!!!!” All we want is to be loved! We want a parent to love us! “We will not stop until we have a parent,” I encourage my siblings. “It only is 2019. We have time… we have nothing but time.” A wicked grin spread across my face. “We are ghosts are we not!?” Grins were seen as well, Giggles were heard in that park that night, All night long. I pity the poor creatures, all they wanted was love. The loving embrace of a parent.