She is just a haunted doll

In shadows deep where whispers hide,

A tale unfolds, too dark to bide.

This ragged doll with eyes so bleak,

Is not mere play; it speaks, it seeks.

With stitched-up grin and seams so worn,

It roams the night, in ghostly silence torn.

Its playful glance, a chilling tease,

Entices hearts with false unease.

Beware its charm, its haunting gaze,

For night reveals its wicked ways.

In stillness waits the curse it holds,

A dance of fear as night unfolds.

From haunted dreams that swirl and twine,

It seeks out souls, a heart’s design.

With every tick of the clock’s slow chime,

It whispers secrets, stealing time.

Her laughter echoes in shadows cast,

A fleeting joy, then darkness fast.

You think it’s fun, just a game,

But deeper still lies whispered pain.

So heed the warning, stay away,

From ancient toys that twist and sway.

For love and laughter, they may gleam,

Yet hide within are darker dreams.

And if you find her, alone at night,

With velvet whispers and soft moonlight,

Remember well the stories spun—

For shadows dance when the day is done.

Take heed, dear friend, and do not stray,

From paths where light begins to fray.

For in the dark, the echoes call,

A playful spirit waits to enthrall.

So cherish day, and shun the night,

For shadows deep conceal the fright.

Embrace the warmth of morning’s grace,

And keep the darkness from your place.