Stilts
Sick people with sick brains
Really nothing to desire as a (wo)man
They walk around insane.
A horror and I am not playing.
The tall tale goes they are Stilts, a circus clown nothing like Pennywise.
Just a hideous premonition place in a different medium lives in the mentality of
little people.
He is nothing to fear.
He will tell you your destiny, for real.
If you heed his words, the circus performers will destroy your world.
Make your life a living hell.
Do not do his will.
Riddle, riddle, riddle and you shall live.
Do you believe?
I tell the truth.
Stilts, the circus clown, is coming for you.
On Halloween night, the adults gather their children around the barn fire.
They believe that this brought peace on Halloween night.
But little did they know that Stilts was a real life who captivated
humans' minds.
Such behavior allows his spirit to rise.
And while everyone is outside, Stilts enters each house.
The clock chimes on the hour of nine.
The barn fire is ceased and each family enters their homes for a good night sleep.
Stilts would form to scare only the little ones.
The reality would be surreal.
The lives in the Town would not ever tell.
Never again would the families be aware of Halloween night without fear.
The town would thrive.
Stilts, a hideous depiction is now in their lives.
Cross my heart and hope to die, if I am telling a lie.
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Penned on May 07, 2014! Updated August 28, 2014!
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