In the silent cloak of midnight's hue, He comes, the Boogeyman, a fearsome brew. A child's terror, his twisted delight, In shadows deep, he prowls the night.
A nightmare born, a secret sworn, In the dark of night, the fear is born. His guise, a stepdad's chilling stare, A feast he seeks, a child's despair.
One in five girls, a staggering toll, Each shiver, each shudder, each trembling soul. When will he face the debt he's sown, For the hearts he's shattered, the innocence flown?
Yet in the darkness, a glimmer of light, Courage rising to stand and fight. For in unity, in voices raised, The Boogeyman's power begins to fade.
Though scars may linger, and fears remain, Strength and resilience shall break his chain. For in the dawn's embrace, hope's gentle gleam, Shall banish the shadows of this haunting dream.
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A Poet fighting for truth
PoetryI'm using my pen to fight against the false prophets for profit. The minister that preaches hate, the politician that vilifies the less fortunate, and the conspirator that makes false claims at our expense.
