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The Giant Under Your Bed
Beware, dear child, of the skinny giant, With curved cheeks and clothes so torn Who hides under your bed at night, And waits until you are all alone.
His eyes are black as the darkest void, His skin, a sickly shade of gray He seeks to take you to his world, A place where colors fade away.
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He whispers your name in the dark And reaches up with bony hands, Trying to pull you into his realm, Where nothing exists but barren lands.
His grip is cold as death itself, His touch, a terror you can't ignore, He wants to take you far away, To a place where life is no more.
So, when you hear a sound at night, And feel a chill run down your spine, Remember the skinny giant's plight, And pray that you'll be just fine.
For if he ever gets a hold of you
You'll be trapped in his world forevermore, A colorless world of oblivion
Where you'll never see the light anymore.
