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A Perfect Society
A Secret Held
Hidden Nature
Sometimes the Unwanted are Best not to Ignore
Children play and laugh
In the green green valley
In which they do not tread
Away from those who are crooked
With morals which are strong
As night falls upon the happy green
The children return to bed
Food and dinner plenty had
They then rest their sleepy heads
As the stars sweep the sky
And dreams are seen with smiles
Something creeps through the valley
Takes many things out
Wakening to screams and cries of anger
Things are missing
People are out
Scream of hide and cover
The room is covered in bad colour
Everywhere you look
Bad colour on the walls and roof
Making the people scream out
Those who left must have taken
All that is missing
No the creatures took them
What and the items too
Nothing broke the border
Other wise we would know
Something is wrong
Where have they gone
Would they have really ran
Why would they leave
Children were told to play close
While the sun shone bright
But suddenly darkness encased the land
As the moon passed high
Causing night during the day
People gasp heads upturned
Those knowing call for them to look down
Paper comes out
So they can look proper
Nothing, nothing, nothing yet
Wait till all heads are turned
Wait till no one is watching
People scream
Disappear
Look around
Some are missing
Darkness falls from the sky
And one has gone as well
Her paper covered in the bad colour
Not as much fun
Not enough time
Only a little painting
Next time there will be more
More painting but where when
As another disappears
What is happening
How could this be
Maybe a intruder
We would have seen that
How could this have happened
We never should have let her go out
I only met one person
One is enough
He promised me he wouldn't tell
How much did you tell him
Nothing none at all
Then what is going on
Where is the red coming from
How is this happening
The creatures are real
Yes we know you were attacked by one
You may leave off you go
She did leave her stick waving
Nothing, nothing, nothing yet
To early, much to early
They will guess
Got to keep them guessing
One of them yes
With that we'll have fun
That should draw them yes
But they are too worried
To careful with their gaze
Someone close will not do
Grab one of them, take one of them
Paint the trees, that will draw them
The night came and gone
Always a few remained up
Never trusting the still night
With what was happening
All this fright and worry
Who was painting the bad colour about
Who would do such things as this
Maybe the same as who killed the animals
No that was fixed
Its no longer here
As night came again
Weary eyes could no longer remain
As light faded from ones sight
Another took its chance
The waiting took a hold
Grabbed and pulled
But one scream rang out
And others awoke
As they disappeared into the trees
Some ran after
Hopes of saving that who was stolen
Others stayed back
Comforting the woken children
Silly, silly
Naughty person
Don't you want to watch me paint the trees
Don't you want to see them come
Yes they will come
They will see my beckon
Nothing now will stop their approach
But first we have to stop those coming
Before you greet your friends
Silly, silly person
He was dragged by neck
Dragged by cloth
Through the trees with speed
Not knowing what was pulling him
Fear twisting the words
Then all stopped
No more dragging
But the followers kept coming
He tried to call out in warning
But from him no voice could come
New paint I will have to get
It is good since I am low
Yes the new paint will coat these trees
They shouldn't have come
You shouldn't have screamed
But now you shall see them help me
Help me paint the trees
He watched in horror
As steel reflected the dark sky
More screams rang out
As the steel passed through
Skin and bone
Veins and muscles
Then the paint did fly
Painting the ground in puddles
He watched in disgust as it was scooped up
His captor took it by hand and hair
Hair from those now gone
Then coated the trees that surrounded
With the paint his friends had provided
Silly, silly people
But they saved your life
Now up this path you shall run
Till you hit a wall
Climb it climb it
And tell them what you have seen
Then you will find some of those
Who you lost
Tell them all you have seen and lived
They will come, yes they will come
Otherwise I will continue on painting
He stood up shaky in the light
Turned and dashed down the path he was told
All the stories of towns and monsters
Washed from his head
As he rushed to tell those he met
To come and stop what was happening
To save the valley from death