It's just the brink of midnight
Things are bound to be all right.
He has the swing,
he has the sew.
He'll fix you up, alright.
One hack, one blade.
He'll make it all even.
There are the wails and the endless cries.
But I'm sure you're in for a surpirse.
The rivers by the barn cry,
Oops, another one down tonight.
They all fall down like dominoes,
one by one they go missing.
The rivers of blood keep on draining,
the voices of the souls keep on straining.
The doctor always has his way.
The doctor always has his way.
All he wants to do is fix.
Perhaps you may be missing a limb.
But it's only for good,
'coz the doctor always has his way.
The devil comes out of his lair,
for he couldn't spare.
The thought of someone or something perfect,
should only come under his touch.
His fate had been made by someone else.
But his masterpieces roam about,
for they are his works of art.
The past of an unravelling tale,
the history behind the gruesome state.
This is just a piece of it.
For the monster still lives within.
•Note•
This is just an introductory part to set the tone right. Don't forget to share your views because I'm all ears and want to know what you think about it.
The folklores will be put in between chapters so that one understands how the whole tale goes about.
Perhaps, one could think of it as a small piece to the number of pieces in a puzzle.
Happy reading guys 😌
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Disfigured To Perfection
HorrorTurn on your heals and run away from this land. This is not where you're supposed to be. The wailing river has more to it, specifically a monster who thrives on disfiguring people in an act to perfect them. I've seen him and this is my tale. Don't...
