Grimmie
The skull got closer and closer to the castle
The spine that was attached to it was held tightly in a skeletal hand
The power flowed through the air like a bat
The pulses of power pummelled past, plants petals perished
The grass grew gray as the grim reaper grazed the staff against the ground
The same walk they make every day
Being grimmie doesn't pay very well
Though the cursed land doesn't cost much
Grimmie is grateful for the ground and the gravel they tread on
Though they find it hard to fund favourable food
The bin men don't go there so grimmie needs to walk with heavy bags of rubbish
The only people that go there hold cameras and Ouija boards
Though grimmie knew there were no spirits
Scary sounds shake shelves sending shivers down grimmie's spine.
The pleading and begging hang heavily on grimmie's heart
Grimmie holds back tears sometimes , though they've learnt not to care much
There's those treasures tearing through the wall
Though grimmie is invincible they are scared of death
Though grimmie can't feel they feel pain
Though horrendous humans hear and holler haunting tales of hooded death
No matter what is said or heard
There will be tales of the one in the hood
13/9/2020