Beware the Skeleton Man,
he walks your path at night.
He seeks another morsel
his palate to excite.
Skeleton Man knows hunger,
no feast can ease his pain.
Eating more, yet craving more,
no single ounce he gains.
See the children running happy,
so full of light and life.
Their souls do taste the sweetest,
not bitter yet with strain and strife.
Don't let his old guise fool you,
he's quicker than you think.
He may play the weak and feeble,
he'll snap your will in but a wink.
He knows the way a spirit drains,
and the quickest way to drink it down.
He'll sup on every breath you take,
'til your starving heart all but drowns.
Beware the Skeleton Man,
he knows each and every trick.
To escape his fearsome clutches,
you'll need more than just your wit.
--e.a.s. demers
Good, and eerie poem. Makes me think of a recent rejection. I'll need some flesh and blood friends to keep the skeleton away.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Flesh-and-blood friends are the best :-)
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