The Demonic Doll Comes For You

In a room where shadows dance, A porcelain face, a twisted glance. "The Demon Doll Comes For You," they say, Beware its gaze, don't look its way. Moonlight spills on wooden floors, Through creaky halls and ancient doors. With stitched-up grin, it seeks to find, A vacant shell, a willing mind. Eyes of glass and heart of coal, This demon doll devours souls. Yet in its quest for eternal night, A haunting tune takes its flight. Through whispered wind and rustling leaves, A melody that deceives. And as you hum its ghostly hymn, The lines 'twixt worlds grow ever dim. But heed this tale, this mournful song, For once it starts, it won't be long. With every verse, the clock ticks down, In every town, from gown to gown. So if you dare to listen close, To this lament of haunted prose. Remember well this caution, too: "The Demon Doll Comes For You."