Hwfd rioq uytd
Wailing to all who could hear
Fleeing from something
Demented children could only see
Racing through the house
Into his room he fled
Orange blankets pulled
Quickly over his tawny head
Underneath his fortress
Young Timmy quivered in dread
The child knew as all did
Demons were something to fear
1 comment:
I love the feel of this one. It puts me in mind of small fears magnified by a childhood mind.
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