This boy was alone
Properly dressed in black
He had fire in his eyes
And a one eyed bear in his lap

He sat on a bench
And at the people he glared
The parents smiled at their young
But would soon know of fear

He stood up hanging
His arms to his side
With that one eyed bear
Just along for the ride

The parents they screamed
As he tore through the park
The heat from his breath
Left every child scorched

The sands now stained red
And screams loom in the dark
Of the children who were
Of the children who aren't

The swings still sway
Though no wind seems to blow
And the footsteps of young
Are still seen in the snow