Once there was a kind widowed old lady
Her name was Claire O’Grady
She is the eldest person in the community
And if possible, helps others at every opportunity
One day while she finished shopping, it was a bit too much for her to carry
The only one to volunteer was the bag boy Barry
So they both walked to her home, which was six blocks away
It was the beginning of May
So it was a warm, lovely blue sky day
Just when Barry was struggling, thinking another step he wouldn’t survive
To the house they finally arrive
She offered him a drink
Barry was grateful, so she went to the kitchen sink
There were peanuts in a bowel, he ate some, they were so tasty he ate some more
When Mrs O’Grady walked through the door
She smiled & offered some more peanuts in a jar
When she went to the cabinet there were a collection of them, it was bizarre
Barry loved peanuts & asked if she was sure she wouldn’t mind
She said take a jar, its was completely fine
That she couldn’t eat them because the peanuts her teeth couldn’t grind
Barry was confused & asked why she has kept so many then?
Mrs. O’Grady didn’t hear it, so loudly Barry asked again
It would change his life what he was about to discover
As Mrs. O’Grady said “Oh, they use to be chocolate covered”
Poor Barry went into a state of shock & never fully recovered.


Based On An Urban Legend

From haunted halls, where ghosts’ creeps,
A Queen sits silent, with the secrets she keeps,
Once fair of face, a Princess beauty & bright,
Now cold and hard, consumed by anger that can ignite.

Her heart once pure, now turned to ice,
A foolish young beauty, paying the price,
Betrayed by a man’s love, a cruel deceit,
Her innocence lost, bitter & ever so sweet.

He made vows, beneath both the stars & the sun,
But each of his promises were broken, one by one,
His gentle words of love, nothing but a wicked lie,
Now distant forever in each cold, dark eye.

His treachery struck, a fatal blow,
Leaving her heart, weeping & filled with woe,
Her trust betrayed, her heart & spirit torn,
Never to be touched by love, she forever sworn.

Now on a throne, where hate has started to stain,
She rules her poor kingdom, in endless pain,
Her gaze, like ice, a freezing chill,
Over-taxing her people, bending them to her will.

She lives in the dark despair,
Her bitterness can be seen in her devoid stare,
Beware, gentle hearts, of love turned to hate,
For love can be treacherous & can change your fate.

She will forever be the only one to sit on the throne,
With a crown made of thorns & a heart made of stone,
Once a garden where the Princess’s roses had bloomed,
Now they are all withered, dried up & dead, eternally doomed.

In the realm where deceit, lies & betrayal are spun,
when she enters a room, all just try to run,
The naive Princess is gone, now a Queen who will never yield
Perpetually bitter & broken, a Queen that will never be healed.

Sara was the designated babysitter in the neighbourhood
She was booked solid for two months, she was that good
All the parents loved her because she was a sweet girl, saving up for college
She would study and read, soaking up all knowledge
This helped with the difficult children, like the Milton’s twin sons
They were hellions who would run around shooting off their, pretend, guns
Sara was asked to babysit them Saturday night
It’s a huge mansion, with glass walls & always gives Sara a fright
But they always gave her quite a bit of extra money
That night she gave the boys a treat, two cookies with oats & honey
With the boys in bed she decided to watch a movie, when she heard a bang
When she went to check it out, the phone rang
“Have you checked on the children?” this creepy, deep voice said
She checked on the boys, they were fine sleeping in their bed
So Sara went to check all the doors and windows, making sure they were locked
Then as she sat back down, on the front door someone knocked
Sara, with caution, looked through the peephole
There was no one, not a soul
A little spooked, she decided to get a book and quietly read
The phone rang and again the deep, creepy voice asked the question, filling Sara with dread
“This isn’t funny, who are you?” she pled
But the line went dead
She checked on the boys once more, they were sound asleep
She figured it was just some immature creep
The phone went off, with the same question
She texted a friend, she wrote back to ring the police for a trace, it was a good suggestion
Sara phoned the police and asked them if they could please trace the call
The guy phoned, asking the same question with a drawl
She was waiting for the police to respond, when she heard a noise on the second floor
Sara became scared to her very core
When the phone went off, she picked it up & the officer told her with urgency
That the calls were from inside the house, Sara tried to ring the Milton’s number for an emergency
But they didn’t pick up and then all of a sudden everything went black
When the Milton’s finally came back
The boys were fine, but no sign of Sara, so they searched the entire house
In the east guest room, strangled, bruised and dead, she was found by Mr. Milton’s spouse
Behave and check the children if you dare
So ends this tragic tale



Based On An Urban Legend

The rumor, the lie
The teasing, I cry
The pain of the blade
My vision starts to fade
The hospital bed
My throbbing head
People gather around
Asking me to make a sound
But I'm stuck in my mind
When I surface, I find
My family, but not one friend
Time moves slowly as I mend
The cheerful hellos
The tearful goodbyes
Still feeling like I want to die
And it all started
With a rumor & a lie.

Do not think of me and cry
I am not dead, I only died
I'm now a part of the stars that shine at night
The moon that illuminates the earth so bright
The beautiful early morning dew
I am the light that shines upon you too
I am with the waves that crash upon the shore
I am part of the storms as they crack & roar
I am the wind that softly & freely blows
The autumn rain & winter snow
The summer fun & the spring flower
I am with you, every minute, every hour
I walk with you, hand in hand
My dearest, most treasured ones, do you understand?
Do not go to my grave & cry
I am not dead, I only died.

It is said that if you read a poem called Tomino’s Hell
If read out loud things will not end well
As it is a way to summon Tomino who was cast down
For questioning & challenging Gods word
When he fell there was a crack, even the living had heard
Tomino fell from heaven, straight to hell
His mouth sowed shut for no secrets can he tell
He was not prepared with the hell he was shown
As Lucifer sits upon his mighty throne
With a surprisingly gently voice he says to not be afraid
He was not as what is imagined or portrayed
He is beyond the concept of beauty, its hard to explain
The torture, once you think there can’t be a higher pain
It gets worse; seemingly endless you start to go insane
Like heaven, each hell is designed just for you, none are the same
In Tomino’s you are constantly ripped apart
And a sensation, like someone squeezing your heart
Then it gets really dangerous & bad when you start to yearn
For the pain and the sweet, agonizing burn
Some may escape to the land of the living, but they always return
Especially Tomino who always brings a soul in tow
So whatever you do, don’t read aloud the poem below:
Tomino’s Poem
(Don’t read it, especially out loud!)
Enota ot nwod tsac neeb evah yam onimot
Enola ti o got sesufer eh tub
Oot nwod uoy gard lliw eh denommus si eh nehw os
Odnu ro epacse on si ereht, seod eh ecno
Od ot evah uoy lla s’that, doula meop eht woleb daer
Uoy rof emoc lliw onimot dna
Eurtnu si nettirw saw tahw rof
Uoy dniheb kool llew, daeh ruoy ni daer uoy fi, oob
Lley dna maercs uoy sa nwod uoy gard lliw eh
Lleh s’onimot ot emoclew dna seye ruoy nepo

Try reading it if you dare
But please beware
Because once you do
Your soul is sold to you know who
And while you are tortured, the scars on your soul adorning
Don’t say you had no warning!


Based On An Urban Legend

When it comes its like chaos, and likes to run,
It’s a fierce storm that descends, blocking out the sun,
Sudden whirlwinds, a force that’s full of might,
Unleashing its wrath in the day or night.

Large, hard hail, a relentless assault,
Cascading down, a fearsome exalt,
Large, thick & heavy, the rain pours down,
On the roof, makes a pounding sound.

The rain pours down in a hue of grey,
Thick and heavy, obscuring the way,
Lightning cracks in the sky’s a dark veil,
The elements tremble and begins to wail.

Thunder rumbles, shaking the house’s core,
Sounding like a monster in the sky letting out a roar,
A symphony of destruction, a sensational show,
As the mighty storm’s fury continues to grow.

A shroud of darkness, a cloak of dread,
Enveloping all in its cold, murky spread,
Buildings vibrate, foundations shake,
As the storm’s fury refuses to abate.

After a light flash follows a fearsome rumble,
As the trees sway and begin to tumble,
Trees bend and break, houses tremble and sway,
As nature’s wrath reigns the dark day.

Gale force winds, relentless and wild,
Blow through the land, a force ever so mild,
No shelter from the storm’s embrace,
As wind & rain leave destruction all over the place.

Beware the storm, its power untamed,
A reminder of nature, forever unchained,
Nature’s wrath comes in all its glory,
A testament to its eternal, never-ending story.