The Scary Story

Around a campfire children sat Trading stories of ghouls ghosts and bats Shrieking with laughter and delicious fear A reminder of Halloween drawing near. One child stayed quiet with a ghostly expression Until all fell silent then he called to session A story so scary, so wicked, so grim- -That when it was done he was ripped limb from limb. They tried him for witchcraft, acting as judge and jury Then acted executioner enacting their fury. They left his corpse by the campfire that night Then left for their homes with the mornings bright light They tried to forget the horrors they’d done Then realized the horrors had only begun. When toys turned to bones in the sweet little hands Sanity swept by the wayside like sand. All through the night and all through the day The children heard whispers, nerves started to fray. The story they killed for then tried to forget Echoed around them weaving it’s net The poor blood thirsty children started to scream The boy’s scary story found its way to their dreams. Parents got worried, and started a panic You know how parents are when they get frantic They locked all their children away out of fright Not knowing their kids were the monsters that night. These horrors continued till a year to the day When the boy told the story and with his life paid. Each child involved gave their parent the slip Then made their way to that old fire pit. They cried tears of panic, and fear, and remorse When they saw the small child’s picked-apart corpse. “We beg for forgiveness” They screamed to the air They ripped at their skin, and they pulled out their hair With the hair and the skin an a bit of old leather They put the poor boy’s body back together. Now every year as it draws near Halloween If you listen closely you’ll still hear the screams Of the children’s last moments that echo forever Killed by the boy that they put back together.