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Every little boy and girl -

Knows of The Man -

Even the bad ones -

(Especially the bad ones)

The Man goes from house to house-

Taking what you most desire -

He wears a dapper suit - black - of course-

And a tall top hat sporting a raven’s feather -

Close your eyes - do you see him?

Sporting a black cane-

Carrying it in the oddest fashion-

He smells of things below-

His hair is ink - his eyes are blue-

He’ll stop for anyone -

Just ask him to-

His favourite book is To Kill a Mockingbird-

As it should be-

No one knows where he belongs,

He doesn’t seem to - anywhere he goes -

Figure out the riddle -

And maybe you’ll meet him - too.

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When the Lark trills-

Her final song -

In the belly of the night-

Swathed in starlight-

Her voice rings out -

One last call -

Laying in a bed of lavender -

She falls silent -

In her ill state -

She makes out Master’s hand-

Reaching for her stilling form-

The darkness swells in her vision-

As she fades immediately.