Author's note: This rhyme is inspired by the drum progression of Nirvana's Scentless Apprentice.
Beware and despair, my beloved child.
Thy time to depart this world grows near.
He taps his tunes before he appears.
The Scentless Apprentice cometh, I fear!
Eleven knocks! Eleven tocks!
At the stroke of eleven o'clock.
At thy window's pane, hear his ringing.
Soon, needle and thread, upon thy skin will be stinging.
Go away!
Get away!
Dressed in black, and skin covers both eyes.
Two barbed wires stretch nostrils wide,
Despair, the Scentless Apprentice, arrives.
Tapping a somber melody of thy coming demise.
The blue of sky or green of field,
It matters not, my little tot.
For he has no sight. He sees no light.
But the stench of a rotten child gives him such delight.
Go away!
Get away!
Eleven knocks! Oh God, eleven knocks
When thy hear those eleven tocks,
No window will stay latched no bedroom door stays locked.
None can disobey those eleven knocks.
Beware and despair, my lost child.
For last night I heard it clear.
Those eleven knocks, those eleven tocks,
My darling dear, next to my ear!
Go away! Get away!
Get away! Go away!
Go away! Get away!
Get away! Go away!
And this morning, upon morning's break,
What did I find when I opened thy chamber door?
Just one quick peek did I take.
Oh Lord, what did I see for goodness sake?
All I found,
Without a sound,
Tossed to the ground,
Was a tiny blanket and pillow amidst a flood.
And lay a tiny mattress,
Stained lightly with a single droplet of crimson blood.
Written by Killahawke1
Inspired by Nirvana's Scentless Apprentice.
Song and Lyrics written by Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl, Kris Novoselic.
Written by KillaHawke1
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