That Night
I left my house on midnight pale, tudum tudum tudum,
My boots were leaving noisy trail, tudum tudum tudum,
A little scared i felt at first, too dark, too dark, too dark,
I said I always think of worst, too dark, too dark, too dark.
I reached the corner of the street, she wept, she wept, she wept,
There little girl crouched on bare feet, she wept, she wept, she wept.
To home I took a little child, a mute, a mute, a mute,
She didn't speak, but only smiled, a mute, a mute, a mute.
A little creepy did I deem, to me, to me, to me,
Some things were different that they seem, to me, to me, to me,
She looked me with her hazel eyes, that night, that night, that night,
Was innocence perhaps disguise, that night, that night, that night?
Then I remembered what to do, with girl, with girl, with girl
How night like this could I push through, with girl, with girl, with girl.
Her hazel eyes and youth despite, ring ring, ring ring, ring ring,
I ate the girl bite after bite, for I'm Elven King!
Peter Rangus, Ljubljana 22.10.2015
Copyright © Peter Rangus | Year Posted 2015
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