Look at the moon rising high
Bats circle in floating clouds
In the starless, vicious sky
Stench of danger getting worse

The sinister blade in his hand
Sharply glints and subtly shines
As he made his twisted way
Silent, into the house at night

The lights are out, she's asleep
Peaceful in her dreams
Unknowing of trouble deep
Closely lurking by

He grins with sinister jokes
His horrible, toothy smile
There is malice, burning globes
In his fiery, bloodshot eyes

His blade scrapes her skin
Smooth, supple and tight
He hums a tune, tonelessly
A sweet little lullaby

'Dad'�, the voice awakes
Confused, sleepy eyes
Then she sees the shining blade
And shrieks a scary cry

No one comes, sleeping house
The blade cuts and slides
The cries screaming loud
He shoves it deep inside

Red stains the flowers pink
On the bed sheet, before white
Silent mouth opens wide
As he chuckles in delight


Now he sits behind rods
And talks each midnight
He narrates with sad sorrow
How his beloved daughter died.

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