u/pookie-bear-1425

Short poem!

 

Old Father Eskel sits upon the hill,
gnarled wooden fingers twitching,
rotten peeling flesh itching,
 He stays completely still.

Old Father Eskel fills our hearts with dread,
he snarls and growls,
he shakes and yowls,
He takes from the dead.

Old Father Eskel took my babe away,
Small, soft, and pining,
Screaming, shrieking, and whining,
He will put her in the clay.

Old Father Eskel takes and never gives,
Yellowed jaundiced eyes,
Snaked tongue covered with lies,
He will not let my baby live.