In a quiet town, under moon’s eerie light,
Lived a child, in whom darkness took delight.
His eyes, like voids, harbored shadows deep,
Wherein a malevolent demon did creep.
This fiend, ancient, of unfathomable malice,
Found in the boy, a vessel for its vile practice.
With whispers sweet as poison, it began to sow
Seeds of destruction, letting evil grow.
The family, once joyful, knew not of the plight
That their beloved, under a curse, fought each night.
In his dreams, the demon would fiercely claim
The innocence of the boy, calling him by name.
“Release me,” it hissed, “unto this earthly plane,
And in return, power and dominion, you shall gain.”
But the child, so pure, resisted with all his might,
Yet each refusal only increased the demon’s spite.
One fateful night, when the stars hid in fear,
The demon’s voice became all the child could hear.
It promised him freedom from pain and decay,
If only he’d let the darkness lead the way.
With a heart heavy, and a will subdued,
The child succumbed, and his fate was thus construed.
He rose, a puppet, guided by a hand unseen,
To enact a tragedy, so cruel, so keen.
The house, once filled with laughter and song,
Became a stage for a nightmarish throng.
The demon, through the boy, unleashed its rage,
Turning each room into a gruesome stage.
One by one, the family fell, unaware,
Their lives snuffed out in the dead of night’s air.
The boy, a vessel of hate, moved without grace,
Leaving behind naught but a bloody trace.
As dawn broke, and light crept into the hall,
The child awoke, recalling nothing at all.
But around him lay the price of the demon’s game,
His family, lifeless, each calling his name.
The town wept for the tragedy unfurled,
A family lost, in this quiet world.
The boy, alone, with memories none,
Bore the weight of a deed he had not done.
Yet in the shadows, the demon grinned, content,
For it had sown chaos, and to hell it went.
Leaving the child to wander, lost and bereft,
A vessel emptied, by the demon’s theft.
So heed this tale, of sorrow and of fright,
Of a child possessed, on a cursed night.
For within the darkness, evil may find a way,
To claim the innocent, leading them astray.






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