Its an image relatd 2 nightmares,
A scare to the kids.
An Icon of horor and all tht is morbid.
In reality it just sits,
its a lifeless stone.
Its home,
A rustd roof top.
Starin dwn at the chaos beneath.
Its a silent witness,
bound to never speak.
Time and again.
Rain pours dwn its ugly face.
Givin it a weepin stare.
The tiny droplets
harshly wash away the sands of time on its face.
Erasin a story tht wil neva be told.
Its mouth,
Its ugly face,
and lifeless eyes.
wil stare dwn 4 centuries to come.
And its image,
4eva misused.