Look Out
I hear the Devil call,
for evil all,
creeping at the darkest night,
only safeness by the streetlight,
all hears the wolf howls,
and all those whoing owls,
children sleep in their homestead,
yet monsters under their bed,
just one small noise have been heard,
children start to stirred,
yet they start to wake,
their heart began to shake,
they see under a shadow,
the child yet know,
who it is,
last at this,
the child just took their last breath,
soon last seconds comes death.
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