They roam the streets when all is dark
mischief and mayhem is their lark
they have the most grotesque of features
with heads the size of watermelons
and clinging clawing talons for hands
at night best you stay in and not roam this land
Spinning with fury they bring destruction
tearing up trees in parks under construction
the noise of them wailing and screaming
makes for a nightmare, yet you're not dreaming
they shake your windows and rattle on doors
poor pets like cats and dogs do cover their ears with their paws
These horrid monsters of mayhem
swear and curse pleading for you to let them in
but never unbolt your doors
and never leave a window open, it's a sin
for if you do, it would be a foolish thing
as monsters of mayhem only chaos do they bring
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
They roam the streets when all is dark
mischief and mayhem is their lark
they have the most grotesque of features
with heads the size of watermelons
and clinging clawing talons for hands
at night best you stay in and not roam this land
Spinning with fury they bring destruction
tearing up trees in parks under construction
the noise of them wailing and screaming
makes for a nightmare, yet you're not dreaming
they shake your windows and rattle on doors
poor pets like cats and dogs do cover their ears with their paws
These horrid monsters of mayhem
swear and curse pleading for you to let them in
but never unbolt your doors
and never leave a window open, it's a sin
for if you do, it would be a foolish thing
as monsters of mayhem only chaos do they bring
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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