Elf

I see you
Through the window
You're sleeping
You don't know it
But I'm watching
I'm always watching

I see you
From behind a bush
You're playing
Are you being a good child?
Or a bad child?
You don't know it
But I'm watching
I'm always watching

I see you
From the top of your roof
Throwing rocks at animals
You're being a bad, bad, child
You don't know it
But I'm watching
I'm always watching

I don't see you
You've been a bad child this year
I'm coming down the chimney
Stopping by the tree
I look at it
I don't have any gifts
That's his job
Taking care of the bad ones
Is mine
You don't know it yet
But I'm coming
I'm coming for you

I see you
Through the peephole in your door
I open it
You are sleeping
So I take out my needle
Your eyes wide as I stab you
"You should have been good," I whisper
You don't know it yet
But I've been watching
I've always been watching

I see you
I'm right in front of you
Your ears elongated and pointy
Your festive clothing perfectly matching the room
You look at yourself
And then around
Confused

"Welcome," I tell you
"To Santa's Workshop,"
You scream
They always do
This is when they realize
That they'll never go back home

I see you
Through the window
You're working
With the other elves
It's dark
And you're tired
But that doesn't matter
Santa's Little Helpers never sleep.

Reviews

[Ben Barton]

Wow... So sinister! I really enjoyed this. The tempo and the rhythm are very well established, and I was engaged all the way through.

In the fourth stanza, 'stopping' is misspelled as 'stoping', but that's the only thing that needs changing. This is, all-round, an awesome bit of poetry. :)

[Ember Smyth]

Thank your review, and I'll change that now! :)