On Pine Grave's Mill lives quiet Grace Jill.
History of surprise and chill.
Children disappearing on Pine Grave's silent hill.

Outside Jill would regard the mill,
Knowing that demons and weird creatures are by it still.
She would retain curiousity and take her pills,
Grace with a panice face, the pill keeps her chill.

Mummers of slenders deep in the forest of the hill,
Behind Pine Grave's Mill,
Search officers looked for days, weeks even months,
Still no evidence of tiny green bean Fill,
Who went missing on Pine Grave's hill.

Friday went Jill, she rebuked the pill and now she's running behind the mill,
No idea of what's lurking in the bushes of the hill,
Where the sun is afraid to set and under the moon where demons ****.
Curious little Grace, with fright on her face, creeping through the bushes suddenly she falls in a grave.
Eyes opened wide, Bill's rottened finger in the ground,
No where to run, jump or hide.

Jill turned around, something poked her in the waist,
As she rotated terror and cold sweat covered her face.
In sight she cries, with hands on her eyes,
Wrong view of tiny green bean Fill's skull in the dirt properly disguised.

Sad evening on Pine Grave's Mill,
History of suspense and chill.
Mother and father of quiet Grace Jill,
Lost their daughter in the woods of the silent hill.