The Jykle
Fingers pushing, Weak and weary
Continue writing, Make it scary
Demons flying, With hollowed eyes
Forget the day, Is what they cry
Bloody vengeance, Without a soul
The Jykle comes, To take yours home
Stocking victims, Watch your back
For he's coming, with a bloody ax
If he smells you, Oh so sweet
Life is over, It's your defeat
He's on his way, To see you cry
He wants your fear, To hear you die
Run to shelter, As fast as you can
But you'll not escape, This murderous man
Man is wrong, To clear the air
This demon loves, Man made fears
Make it through, This one night a year
Then go live, With a different fear
R.K.H
Copyright © Roger Harp | Year Posted 2021
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