Cemetery Doll

A poem summarizing my Crawly's Dolly story

There once a doll from Crawly's Dolly Store
She sat on the shelf every day and nothing more.
No matter how beautiful her stitched smile upon her face.
She never was chosen to leave her place.
Although she was beautiful and made by hand,
She gave an eerie vibe to all in the land.
One night Mr. Crawly, stayed late to make more
But he witnessed a most haunting sight like never before.
That very doll who sat in the store all day and night.
Caused Mr.Crawly the most horrendous fright.
In shock to see his doll could walk and speak as well
the poor old man collapsed and fell.
As he fell he hit his head
the last he could see was the doll raised from the dead.
The doll simply smiled as his world faded to a black abyss.
She promised that she'd carry on the shop's bliss.
From that night on Crawly's Dollies had earned its name
by the frightening scene that the town's people claim.
The doll he saw kept to her word
Creating more dolls as Crawly had heard.
She made dolls in his name as each creation brought this legend to fame
This is the story of Crawly's Dolly.
Her creations shall never be viewed as folly.
For each one she stitched and made by hand.
Housed a lost soul from the cemetery's land.

Author's Note

A poem based off my story of Crawly's Dolly

Reviews

[Gozer]

I am reminded of the story of Annabelle, and , of course, of Toulon, the puppetmaster and his band of assassin dolls. Creative and creepy, very good reading.