The evil childA Poem by BiroPen
She walks with evil in the pale moonlight,
evil beyond compare and as dark as night. They walk hand in hand down the old church lane, giving people nightmares and inflicting pain. A heart of stone and a ghost;y scream, a mind of black and powers supreme. Be careful my child tonight in bed, for you never quite know if she's in your head.
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