A Tale of a Reporter and Demons
A wicked demon lives within these walls
In the darkness bats hang upside down,
their feet curl their tails in balls
A wicked demon lives within these walls
It had but one ear
an old tale claims the other is kept for decor
as a knocker for the front door, for decor
iron gates are believed to keep all out
truth became known by those who would shout,
they were to keep all in,
not let all out
Screams were known to be heard through the eves
they were heard through the reeves
they cried through the breeze,
screams were known to be heard through the eves
through the eves
A skinny young boy swung on a swing
so happy he swung
the boy was so young
the next day he swung
but not on the swing
he swung from a rope
hung from the tree
he just was eleven
Now he's in heaven
Footsteps heard,
a black shadow is seen
just like a movie
yet there is no screen
the shadow angers
when it meets my eyes
In the news it’s here
where many have died
A window slamms by the door in the attic
pound beets my heart pound I panic
I’m being drawn, drawn to the attic
I can’t stop,
I’ve started to panic
I must escape run fast
Make this my past
I’m being held back
against my will
I hear the shadows
chanting kill
Here a story must be told
forgotton souls
a dark hole
It must be that setting them free
is just up to me
bats crawl
demons live within all walls
Copyright © Victoria Addino | Year Posted 2019
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