Crackle

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years,

But one night,

A candle burned in the window.

Its somber seduction which called so clear,

But one night,

A sinister yearn in the white glow.

Its beckoning blinking, begs bereavement and fear,

But one night,

Charmed charlatan turned to the creep show.

Twas elderly jester, greeted I with cold cheer,

And this night,

I curious, learned of my woe.

And speaking jest, and juggler joust

Did harness me within its house

To hear the tale of foolish shackle

Of seven sinners and summoned Crackle

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So gather ‘round listeners to the Crackle be Dead

Fate flips, candle flicks, on life’s tapestry shed

It’s angles be shocking, ‘tis cracked back and twine

Oh holler thee brutish, whilst moon dance and shine

We hobble thee ‘round for a tale of dear dread

No laughter, nor mirth, on these grasses be bed

Just eye opened wider than a dead man’s yawn

Oh Crackle, come jackal, come demon be spawn

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Innocent, gleeful, twinkling at night

Friends numbered seven all persons in white

Came dancing and prancing for fairy tale muse

A recipe witch-like for souls to amuse

Twas purely in fun they all had agreed

And killing the toad seemed harmless indeed

With jingles and jangles on clean twinkle toes

They circled and twirled on orchid and rose

Toad leggies be spread, as far as can be

And mouth opened wide so inside could see

And eyes popped out nice, by spoon and by knife

And belly be painted with spittle and strife

Then hair from a bitch, and sweat from a whore

Tossed upon toady upon the grass floor

Caused jerk, and caused whistle, and heat in the air

As woodlands alive hissed everywhere

Then beautifully in turns, they complied two by two

Came kneeling to suckle, the rite said to do

Spread toady – spit belly – dead as can be

And giggle petite was she, and was he

Till one beauty left in the dark unopposed

Lithe twirling tumbles the distance she closed

To rest her lips upon sweet toady’s belly

And gobble amphibian like strawberry jelly

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For since early that year their decision been made

Each one fornicated in adultery laid

The Crackle be Dead, in sin, set to motion

And no longer needed this stupid toad potion

Entranced, dear listeners, rude ritual begun

From foolish flit idiots, surest evil had spun

With longing and lust in existential delight

Is now become nightmare and horror and fright

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Woodlands be dead – no wind – no sound

Just fearful breaths in silence surrounds

Pale glistened sweat and loss of all will

For the devil hath come to sex and to kill

They cannot scream, their mouths only mutter

They wince as cruel claws cut flesh like butter

With infinite force he doth desecrate

Each beauty be bathed in pain and in hate

He breaketh their spirits and cracketh their bones

And penetrates howling each one alone

They lost in his eyes, helpless and weak

He takes them, he owns them, skin soiled, they squeak

And knowing the terror is all never ending

The gits still dance whilst their body be bending

Snapping their spines so foot touches head

Crackle be - Crackle be - Crackle be Dead.

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Now tale has been told and Crackle awakened

You’ve listened to all, your resistance forsaken

And consumed, dear listener, the words of this prose

In the firelight shed, midst orchid and rose

Are you become Crackle, or Crackle be you?

Please tell us all, what lost humans should do

Look to your neighbor ‘round the campfire

Which one speaks truth, and who is a liar?

Are you the new Crackle come to snap and to break?

Or is he in the woodlands, or down by the lake?

Or is he your friend sitting close to your side?

There’s nowhere dear friend – there’s nowhere to hide.

Crackle is coming as sure as can be

He’s coming for you as he came for me

To take you and kill you this very night

Run! Run away! With all of your might!