The Rocking Chair

As I sit in the chair that rocks

Perched on ceiling he will mock

Eyes aflame and brow forced down

He sits waiting, evil frown

Back and forth my chair will sway

Wide-eye watching poaching stray

He glares back with toothless grin

Sharpened fingers, filthy sin

Swiftly jolting chair of stone

Calling beast of skin and bone

Hunching carcass stalking creep

Searching seeking soul to reap

Chair that creaks on sleepless night

Watching waiting out of sight

Still he sits though I cant see

Hunting poacher watching me

The End

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