Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27123040-20160107210243

On a dark, stormy night

In a year lost in history

Was a boy the age of eight

Whose name was a mystery

He had a certain game

That he played all the time

It required six players

So he gathered the other five

He told them to hide

Before he committed his crime

He dropped the bodies into a well

No soul would ever find

He repeated his game

Countless other times

Until he fell into a well

No soul would ever find

He fell to the bottom

A knife buried in his head

The water around him

Forever dark red

Death was not the end

Of this despicable child

He crawled out of his grave

Ten times more vile

And to this very day

He continues his evil crimes

Causing people to vanish

Leaving no trace behind

Eternally seeking people out

To rip apart and to maim

You should be careful

To not play my game 