Thelast Don Poet ABC

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….

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