"The doll's eyes gleam bright, with an otherworldly light
A heart of darkness beats, within its porcelain sight
Its stitched smile veils a sorrow, deep within
Ominous whispers fill the air that only darkness can hold"

"In moonlit silence, the doll's eyes gleam
A malevolent presence, in a porcelain dream
Its threaded smile hides a secret, a heart of pain
A whispered promise of terror, that echoes through the brain"

"With every glance, the doll's power takes hold
A whispered suggestion, that the mind cannot begin to unfold
It weaves a web of madness, with knots of fear and dread
A puppeteer of terror, with the owner's soul as its curse"


"In twisted dreams, the owner's mind does stray
Where shadows dance, and darkness holds its sway
The doll's presence lurks, a constant, eerie companion
Through winding corridors, where sanity cannot reside"

"In darkened dreams, the doll\'s face does twist
Eyes aglow, like embers from a witch\'s kiss
Its smile stretches wide, a grotesque, inhuman grin
As the owner's desperate screams, are muffled by the doll's shadowy core"


"The doll's dark presence lingers, a haunting, ghostly sigh
Echoes of madness whisper, as the owner\'s soul says goodbye
The doll's cold, dead eyes watch, as the darkness closes in
And the owner's screams are silenced, forever trapped within."