Rumble Stein's: The Bone Collector's Toll
Rumple Stein returns with a
chilling watching about the
true price of a mission tooth.
Rumple Stein steps from the
dark corner of the room,
His crooked hands weaving a
tale of deep doom.
"Listen close, little child, as
you drift off to sleep,
There is a terrible price for
the secrets you keep."
He points a long finger at the
gap in your smile,
"The Tooth Fairy watches
your bed all the while."
"If you hide a lost tooth
underneath the white sheet,
You must leave a shiny silver
coin for her treat."
For she is no angel with soft
glowing halo wings,
But a pale, bony phantom
that silently clings.
If the coin isn't there when
she slips through the air,
She will twist all your thoughts
into frozen despair.
With sharp rusted pliers and a
cold, breathless hiss,
She will take every tooth for
the coin that you miss.
She will yank out the top and
rip out the bottom,
Leaving empty red guns
where you completely forgot
them.
Without any teeth, your soft
voice will just fade,
Trapped in the silence of the
bargain you made.
You will never speak words,
you will nevermore shout,
Once the cruel bone collector
had cleared your mouth out.
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