The Boy

In the depths of the dark and dreary night, A boy with one blue eye and one green, Haunts the streets, an eerie sight, A sinister presence, never seen.

His gaze pierces the soul, His footsteps were silent as death, He stalks with a purpose, a goal, To steal the last of your breath.

With his mismatched eyes, He casts a spell of fear, In his wake, all sanity dies, As the boy draws ever near.

His voice is a whisper, a hiss, His touch was cold as the grave, In his wake, all that's left is, A world forever enslaved.

Beware the one-eyed boy, For he brings only terror and pain, His presence a cause for great joy, As the boy claims his next slain.