A Porcelain Doll
Upon a Shelf
In A secluded room.

Lifeless eyes,
and cold, glass hands
Holding a silver spoon.

A flash of light
In a dark corner
Where those eyes are locked.

An empty figure
Against a wall
A candle that he dropped.

Now let me tell you,
Tell you my friend
About this little doll.

It killed a man.
A Man, I say!
And never moved at all.