#crossgravez

Little children should not stay out of night, 

Don’t be seen and keep out of sight, 

 Lock your doors and turn off the light, 

For the shadows will jump out and give you a fright,

Be warned children, be very truly afraid,

For is their feast and that is how they are made,

So stay in the covers and there you should stay 

Don’t look under the bed or they will take you away, 

So don’t listen to voices or creeks or what you seeor children want to play,

Hope you, children may  live another day 

A wanderer of silver hair, 

with skin so oddly fair, 

With quick hands he did bare, 

 And his art has no flare,

Come at him if you dare, 

For if you do, He will shall not spare.

I love you and that all that I want to convey, 

And in hopes of those words can make you stay,

Instead of to disappear and go away. 

With cries of despair I openly   plead,

 Yet, those wails bared no fruitful seed, 

So there for I have no choice to do the dark deed. 

I called you for dinner to make amends, 

I said it to be a gesture  finishing loose ends,

They say Ness is MAD, 

Cause they say she was BAD, 

Lock in in iron and white jacket CLAD, 

Looking frantic, laughing and GLAD, 

But Ness is SADLY, 

 She was just CRAZY,  

Or was just over FUSSY,

 Or her husband was PUSHY, 

What ever reason, 

Her sentence is said to be treason, 

Who’s that walking on the street, 

Its just plain old johnny!

Oh my how sweet!

He skips with a pep,

He skips with a beat,

He dances so happily, while people he meet,

But in his house he is frowney and discrete,

I skin was so frail so pink and vulnerable,

Everything I touch I feel hurt and horrible, 

There pain it gives is  utterly unbearable,

Tired of pleading to atone,

Tired of self loathing and feeling alone,

The master of time had committed a sin, 

He ate his children and kept them within,

 But what would happen if  it had never been, 

 that his heart would not be of what is now tin ? 

instead he took the powers of his kin ? 

And flung them to the void with their pleading din?

When the fate of war has come at last, 

The shouts of valor and anger is cast, 

By armies of great number and vast,

legions upon legions did it amassed, 

And their memories will fade as fast,

weapons break and walls it will blast,

but after it all , after all is but a  past,