Once upon a dreary night
All were asleep and dreaming,
Not counting young Rehney Dryte
Who's imagination was seething.
So adventurous – in his mind
He was but a warrior back from time
By a time machine made out of clay
Which brought him here today.
His poor parents, they never knew
That the very boy they loved and grew
Slayed a gigantic three-headed cockatoo
And a rabbit hawk
And a dragon, too!
Yes, yes that was he,
He who saved Farelou Ee
A popular village back in time
And was – in trading – in its prime.
The village was smart, but obliviously unknown
Of the terrible terror that could have blown.
But brave Rehney Dryte brought out his sword
Given to him by the Wongatoo Lord,
And with one swing he watched them fall
And was there when their heads were mounted of the Farelou Ee's blessed wall.
Ah yes, the young lad had battled many more
Battles in his times,
He had banished many creatures
And stopped any crimes.
Here and now he's upon his bed
Waiting for Good Man Slumber
To hold his hand and close his eyes
For another trip of wonder.
Yet as he got comfy in his wrap of warmth
And was lulling slowly to sleep,
A knocking, a rapping, hard on his door
Sliced through silence as thick as the wool of a sheep.
His imagination perked up, his eyes went straight
To his main door of the room
But no, not there – the knocking was coming where
His clothing hung dark in the gloom.
'Who could it be,' he wondered as he
Slid so curiously to the floor.
But as be began to wonder and question and ponder
The rapping, he found, increased more.
So curious – How brave! – he marched to that door,
The door which held the unknown,
He ripped that door unbar
And silted his head at the sight
Of a silly, colorful doll
Wearing on the nose a red ball
With cheery painted makeup on its smiling face
Teeth so big, they could bite.
He smiled at the fellow and sat beside
Of the clown facing his east
As the clown waved hello with his eyes growing wide
The boy saw the clown had up fingers of three.
Imagination going wild, Rehney talked to the doll
While noticing the clown grinning more
The boy – so innocent – did not notice the toll
Of his voice vanishing before.
The clown stayed silent though
Will a tiny bottle low
In his red pocket on his trousers.
Rehney can't see it, but the clown sure did
See the boy's voice flow into the bottle,
Causing the clown to grin even more
As claws began ripping through his gloved fingers
And sat his top hat on the floor.
Rehney didn't notice his voice finally disappear
As if it flew from his mouth,
But he did get to see
The size of the teeth
Of the doll that began sharpening, with a sneer.
That wicked – so malign – sneer glared at him
As the now whitening eyes of the clown
Began laughing at him without a sound
Thus began scaring the boy to the brim.
He called for his mother, his father, and sis
But all was to no avail
For he found that his voice, his weapon of choice
Was indeed an extreme fail.
The clown stood up, his legs creaking and groaning
Was the only sound in the room
As Rehney's soul slipped into a bag
Mingling with other screams, and cries, and shouts
Just as his adventures have met their doom.
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The sun was shining brightly, without a care
Over the funeral of the mysterious death of the boy they use to know.
They found him eyeless, tongue-less and grinning widely
His lips stretched out more than fair.
They buried him sadly and left him to peace
But not noticing the doll from before
That sat on his grave, bag in one hand
The other hand's fingers up four.