Salad was baked
And the chicken fried.
A lone little girl
Subject to lies.
"Follow Satan for he
Is our master.
Follow his path so you'll
See him faster."
This she couldn't believe
Nor the world she thought.
What has she become,
What was she taught?
She'd smile,
She'd wave,
But deep within
She felt her grave.
She would think
Every night before the lights went off.
She always heard a knock.
Klopf, klopf...
She would hear whispers
And sounds while no one did.
She'd look into the shadows
To find demons, eyes in slits.
She was scared but
Showed no blank abyss.
No one suspected
His cold, dark kiss.
Her eyes were crazed,
Her eyes were blank.
She had the dream of
Walking his plank.
Falling, falling,
No more light.
Falling, falling,
Into his night.
Author notes
I used the picture for my prompt. 
•Klopf klopf• German for "knock knock." 
A contest entry
- sexist housewife prompt quickie by lolagirl.
400 points, ended September 10, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I want criticism please. Constructive would be great.
Comments
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well written
it flows great, and reads beautifuly, I love it, I'm personaly not religious, but this is spectacular -
Oh my goodness it's totally perfect!!! You totally shot it outta the park... I don't even have a favorite line because they're all AMAZING!
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wow this poem is great and you should be proud of it. But i asked for the poems to be under 30 words
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