The Darkles by Jon-Jacob F DealWhence come the Darkles, no one knows But when they slink, they stalk with rows Of teeth to grind, and rip, and rend And with a final fling, to send The matter spattered carelessly in gouts of liquid Thick and red The children, nestled safe in beds Soon lose their stupid, sleepy heads Their fair and fatted flesh is stripped And slurped To keep the Darkles fed While lamplight floods the chamber more Although they bar the closet door It seems that some are simply fated To have cherub-faces grated Bloody by the dark, unsated Feasting of the beasts that maul them And with taloned fingers, haul them Bulging-bellied Deaf and dumb Back into the crawling Never Whence the darkling Darkles come. 10/01/2001
Author's Note: Under your bed, it's Halloween all year long.
Posted on 10/01/2001 Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
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