In the carnival maze of white-red striped tents,
a bit timid Millie hopped and giggled,
happily harvesting the festive spirit.
The girl with a heart-shaped birthmark on her cheek saw,
what made her sigh in awe.
A woman with alluring green eyes sold
caramel apples with the color of gold.
She bought one, took a bite
from this accursed delight
and we lost of her forever sight.
Later on we see a boy,
in his hands a fresh corndog
and an old toy.
“Look, mommy, my corndog has a heart-shaped mark on it.”
The boy would exclaim,
while the mother searched for the seller to blame.
She stands right there, holding corndogs,
surrounded by flies,
smiling with those alluring green eyes.
Author notes
This is a little horror story I wrote in verse.
Comments
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This is a deviant delight in rhyme!
I liked the beginning with its colours,
shapes (heart, tents) and sounds (carnival).
It shows a bright imagination combining with
storyteller ability. Blue
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Ooh, creepy! I love story poems.
"happily harvesting the festive sight." loved this!
The rhyme makes it fun.
KW~
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Thanks! I wrote it after reading a comic book about evil carnivals and then I needed to do it in rhyme for some weird Grimm Fairytale effect, though they didn'yt do theirs in rhyme.
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