Boyish Gless

Desolate and still aloft the dark sea ill sounds growling faint between the tall trees The wandering children meandering there for fun to tell stories and themselves they do scare Who dare to creep up to the old chamber door for fear if you do you shall be nevermore Guided by whispers fears casting its spell endowed with sheer terror they’re skins growing pale voices deep in the darkness big eyes peering with fear whispers... maybe we should go home and get out of here A sudden race running with unbroken strife as if something horrid really threatened their life Hearts racing with pride giggling we had no time to borrow let's meet back here exact same time tomorrow!