The Man In Black

Got the idea today that I’d like to write a creepy little poem. I worked most of the morning on it. Its interesting how badly it started; no organization, widely varied number of syllables in each line, etc etc… I rewrote it like 5 times before I got the swing of it. This was new for me and I’m pretty happy with the results. Anyway, here it is:

Beneath the lamp at the end of my street
the man dressed in black smiles when we meet
I’m a fairy he says with a wicked grin
out trawlin for some of that sweet sweet sin
I can give you anything (false though it be)
as long as you surrender your soul to me
I can sing in nearly every tongue
I can dance and whisper and keep you young
because my business deals in forever
and in always and in never
when my souls start to scream (and they all scream)
I just spin for them a little dream
anything to keep them pacified
anything to keep them by my side