The Bogeyman’s Tide

The Bogeyman’s Tide

You stalk the earth with such disdain
terror your sport of choice
so many victims for you to claim
you steal the children's voice

You use your gift of being a man
to worship your primal beast
if Satan's the fire, then you're the fan
on the flesh of innocence you feast

She went with you, her hand in yours;
a lamb being lead to slaughter
this trusting child went through your door
so you could steal her laughter

She came to you in trusting shyness
when you beckoned her to arms
The startled look that gripped her eyes
When she realised you meant her harm

Beyond the realm of what she knew
You described to her your plans
The horror that you intended to sew
The pain she would learn at your hands

Her terror at its highest peak
You quenched your thirst for power
You used the gift intended for love
And destroyed this precious flower

Screaming visions now in your head
You cast the child aside
From you the world has more to dread
With the next rising of your tide