The Bogeyman

By Ethan Speed Aged

He comes when the moon is full,
He skulks through the densest of woods,
He spies on the most paranoid of children,
He lurks in the darkest of corners,
He leaves no trace behind,
He snatches any witnesses to his presence,
He takes all of the joy that may hide deep inside you
and replaces it with the purest of fear,
No happiness will exist as long as he’s alive
He’s the Bogeyman

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