In the dusk, there was a little boy,
He feared he wouldn’t make it alive.
Wanted nothing for his little safety,
As the creepiness follows his own life.
As he wandered into a deep black forest,
He prayed to God and Jesus like his friend.
“My life oh God, I pray. Amen.” He rests,
My daddy, I wanna have and that’s the end.
Helping and jumping from frightfulness,
He almost bonked his head on olden wood.
Trembling his words slurred and unkindness,
My world won’t still be very misunderstood.
As he stumbled upon a deep black part of the dark,
My fears got the best of me as creepiness follows.
As the creepiness follows he wished out of lurk,
Daddy’s worried for me as I’m away for two miles.
Poetry