
Have you seen him?
Him? You mean that in the darkness, the dim?
No, I mean him.... or it?
The thing that’s gone after a deadly hit
He hides around in plain sight
Doesn’t matter if it’s day or night
Hiding in a night tinged red
Next time you wake you are dead
Eyes glowing, peeking out
Last they hear is your shout
Walking along you hear a mutter
Here is this thing in the gutter
Kids missing, so many gone from here
He morphs into our worst fear
A man here in this guise
Along comes the clown Pennywise
A tortured soul
His wagon stuck in a never ending hole
Alone with a child so young
Solace I’m the fear they sung
From the dark he creeps out beside her
In the form of a giant spider
Teeth so sharp like a razors edge
Pain and mutilation is his pledge
Lure them out of sight
So he can show them the nightly fright
Eyes only thing aglow
The blood never stops the fear never slows
Without fear nothing will look
Skip to the end of this book
As fear cries out into the night
IT will come to seek that fright
Twenty seven years says the legend
When many lights go to the end
How many shapes will it be?
Can the adults even see what we see?
How many days at a time
Will we fall before the finish line?
How will it begin, where will it start
Maybe by eating out his heart
A special message written for me
“Come home” in blood for all to see



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