Post by VoltageHero on Dec 22, 2013 0:59:40 GMT
It was the night before Christmas
All was quiet, except for just one
You, yes you
With a click and clack
You typed through the night
Time wore on, and you without a fright
It was quite late, but you didn't mind
It's Christmas, you think
Why should I sleep?
You made not a peep
Lest you wake all the rest
To your surprise, you heard a loud sound
A pounding on a door
You jump from your chair
You were very much scared
As you enter the hall, you see a figure
A man, built not much bigger
A brown bag on his back
He wore a strange outfit
Dark red in color
You approach this strange fellow
Your mind full of wonders
As you get near, you smell the man's odor
A rust and decaying stench
Wafts towards your nose
You cover your mouth
You go to a crouch
And begin to approach
You hear the man speak
His voice chilled your bones
With a groan, he begins to sing
Of Christmas times
He rhymes all his words
And speaks with a rasp
His words make you gasp
But before you can retreat
The man slowly turns
You quickly yearn for escape
As you see the man's face
He had a great bead
White in color
His front was covered
In red dripping liquid
The bag he once had, was dropped to the floor
Four or more heads
Rolled from the bag
Terror covered their face
And you begin to beg your mind for grace
To shield yourself from that fate
The man's face was covered in wounds
Some old, some new
He grinned widely, and you saw his teeth
His breathe smelled of rot
And not without confusion
His teeth were rotten
Yellow in color
Holes dotted his mouth
He laughed, and began to step towards you
You threw all you could at him
And your shouts,
Nobody could doubt your fear
But alas, it was too late
As your head replaced
The empty place in his bag
For you were to be placed as a gift
On Christmas Day
For many hearts to enjoy
And for yet another year to come
His practice would not be undone.
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This was going to start out as a cheerful poem, but I decided it would be less generic being darker, but it ended up still being pretty generic. This was more complicated to make than a regular story, because there were words I couldn't make work. Eh.
All was quiet, except for just one
You, yes you
With a click and clack
You typed through the night
Time wore on, and you without a fright
It was quite late, but you didn't mind
It's Christmas, you think
Why should I sleep?
You made not a peep
Lest you wake all the rest
To your surprise, you heard a loud sound
A pounding on a door
You jump from your chair
You were very much scared
As you enter the hall, you see a figure
A man, built not much bigger
A brown bag on his back
He wore a strange outfit
Dark red in color
You approach this strange fellow
Your mind full of wonders
As you get near, you smell the man's odor
A rust and decaying stench
Wafts towards your nose
You cover your mouth
You go to a crouch
And begin to approach
You hear the man speak
His voice chilled your bones
With a groan, he begins to sing
Of Christmas times
He rhymes all his words
And speaks with a rasp
His words make you gasp
But before you can retreat
The man slowly turns
You quickly yearn for escape
As you see the man's face
He had a great bead
White in color
His front was covered
In red dripping liquid
The bag he once had, was dropped to the floor
Four or more heads
Rolled from the bag
Terror covered their face
And you begin to beg your mind for grace
To shield yourself from that fate
The man's face was covered in wounds
Some old, some new
He grinned widely, and you saw his teeth
His breathe smelled of rot
And not without confusion
His teeth were rotten
Yellow in color
Holes dotted his mouth
He laughed, and began to step towards you
You threw all you could at him
And your shouts,
Nobody could doubt your fear
But alas, it was too late
As your head replaced
The empty place in his bag
For you were to be placed as a gift
On Christmas Day
For many hearts to enjoy
And for yet another year to come
His practice would not be undone.
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This was going to start out as a cheerful poem, but I decided it would be less generic being darker, but it ended up still being pretty generic. This was more complicated to make than a regular story, because there were words I couldn't make work. Eh.