Little Children

Little Children

Little girl, so soft and sweet,
Into your nightmares she will creep.
Angelic face, so small and white,
Waiting slyly for your fright.
When you see her, shy and frail,
You will scream, and you will quail.

Little boy, the silent brooder,
Is a sneaky, stealth intruder.
He’ll hide behind the curtains sheer,
Waiting ‘till the time grows near.
When he strikes he’s swift and sure,
For what he’ll do, there is no cure.

Little children, small and dear,
Imposing terror, creating fear.
In the shadows they will hide,
In Evil’s realm, where they abide.
Tiny faces where innocence gleams,
Grinning at your silent screams.

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