The Lake

For in your eyes, the whispers the sighs The children will play ,as I creep on by. So much happiness and fun it seems . Gasping in his breath , is what he really means For many many times the children they play But deep in his heart ,he does nothing but pray . I have many names ,many fortunes, many fames but Eventually you know the results are the same . I will take the children and time will tell. Faith in the devil is an rotten of a smell. Vile to the core , For I knock at the door , Fall to his knees for his heart will be sore, For I am a Gator and nothing more….