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I have a list of poems that you could use, still working on them, so I only have a couple. Wondering if you could use them?

Dear informant:

Dear informant,

We know your name.

'''We know where you live. '''

We will find you.

But we won’t kill you.

That is our bretheren’s job.

We are watching you now.

Do not look.

'''We are always behind you. '''

Watch every corner.

Watch every door.

Never eating.

Never blinking.

Never sleeping.

We come.

And you will see the truth.

We will find you.

Beware.

And don’t fall asleep.

-The Watchers.

The door:

The door creaks.

'''Slowly it creaks. '''

Day, night, day, night,

It still creaks.

Inside, the thing creeps.

'''At night it opens. '''

It never makes it.

'''At day it opens. '''

It never makes it.

Inside it grows restless.

Slowly tonight the door creaks.

But tonight, something is different.

The windows.

'''We creep in the windows and out the door. '''

You see us once and nevermore.

In the shadows we doth hide.

In closets and corners we abide.

Watch out or you’ll be next.

And when you feel our breath...

Beware our grip of steel.

For it shall be the last thing that you ever feel.

We creep in the windows and out the door.

Once you see us…

Nevermore.

-The snatchers

Behind You:

Forever behind you we are doomed.

Watching you live.

We have to watch for when you turn

And when your stomach begins to churn

We move back behind you again

That is our curse, yes my friend.

And if this tale gives you the creeps.

And when you hear us your heart leaps.

Then you know that you are doomed.

Your death occurs within that room.

And our curse is passed on again.

And we are free for revenge.

Touch:

You feel a movement, just behind you.

Then a light begins to blind you.

Soon you cannot see.

That is when you look at me.

And when you begin to eat.

All you taste is moldy feet.

And when you try to hear.

All that is heard is an ugly leer.

And when you try to smell.

It’s like your nose is clogged with gel.

And when you try to touch.

You feel something that is such.

Like you never felt.

And then you realize that what you smelt.

And tasted and heard and saw this time.

Was the blackness of your crimes.

And never again will you walk.

Evil beware the Balgrendawk.

So if you have a darkened heart.

Or crimes that happen not far apart

Beware the time of your doom

Inside of it’s hunting room.

Distraction:

We do not watch.

We do not snatch.

And when we move in a forest we snap not even one branch.

So just keep watching the watchers.

As the snatchers sneak up behind.

Then smack him in the face.

And keep watching the watcher.

And thinking that you are safe.

But they are but a distraction.

From the thing inside your house.

But how could you know.

We didn’t even wake a mouse.

As we creep up the stair.

And you wait victoriously at the top.

We sneak up behind you.

And eat every bit of you up.

-The killers

The rules:

I may be a watcher.

Who is only a distraction.

I may just be.

A figment of your imagination.

With my bag on my face.

And my suit on my body.

I leave no place.

Without my folly.

And as you watch.

You may have questions.

Here are the rules.

Don’t make any suggestions.

I cannot move.

While you look at me.

My fingers must stay straight.

Straight as a tree.

If i lie to you.

I must grant you a wish.

I am quiet as a shrew.

Just look at me.

Not behind.

As he sneaks up.

In his grip you will wind up.

Now watch out.

And don’t pout.

And no, i have not been defeated.

And I’m sorry.

But I cheated.

-Watcher (“Grumpy”)