Style of Poetry ▶︎ Pennywise It hides in the dark Looking for a mark Disguised as your greatest fear It can hear your heartbeat near Hold open your palm, feel the spark Sludge and stench provides a home Vacant small streets it roams Autumn leaves thick in the park It hides in the dark It changes its face To four losers, a game, a race Losers hunt silver Hoping to find It, the killer There is no fairytale arc It hides in the dark 15 Lines Originally created for:
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