The Night Of The Dolls

       They are creepy and so life like
Their eyes seem to follow you
You pass it off as silliness yet down
Your spine a chill passes through

You tell yourself that dolls can’t
Hurt you and you denounce your fear
But something inside still makes you
Tremble when the night grows near

Like the stories of the werewolf and
Dracula at times the Moon is full
You know deep down there’s something
About it that let’s Evil rule

You’ve heard the myths and know
Of the legend of a baby’s cry
You’ve seen the tombstones of the dead
And know a possessed doll needs no alibi

But stuff like this isn’t really real
Yet there’s still this Erie feeling
You lay down in your bed and you
See a strange shadow upon the ceiling

You’re paralyzed and you’re about to die
You’re surrounded by a hundred eyeballs
And you realize the stories were true
And this is the night of the dolls

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 10/16/2020
All rights reserved
Dedicated to my niece Karla
Who once stated that dolls
Creep her out.