Twisted versions of some well known children's rhymes and stories. |
Lurking there in a darkened corner A demonic version of Little Jack Horner His thumb skewing a beating heart Instead of being buried inside a plum tart Burning red eyes that can torch a soul Watching eagerly for the next meal for his bowl Needle-sharp teeth to put a wolf to shame Dripping with the blood of his last caught game His body is contorted, slimy and sleek Hideous and not a sight for the weak He flicks out a forked tongue to lick up a vein Like a noodle he slurps it to feed his twisted brain Gurgling sounds deep down in his throat he makes As another strip of flesh from the bone he takes Through his slavering jaws he says in a demon’s cry What a good boy I am, what a good boy am I Now a sound to his pointed ears does come The smell of live meat of which he wants some You may want to run before he gets to his feet For I cannot guarantee which of us he will eat The sight is not good, I know that is true But my survival instinct makes me glad that he got you So let me make clear now to all my warning In dark corners lurks Jack, on bones a-gnawing And at your juicy flesh you will see him leer I urge you to leave him be and do not go near Lurking there in that darkened corner The demon spawn waits in the form of Evil Jack Horner |