Children’s Tales by Matthew Darklighter
Note: Children’s rhymes as imagined and told by my main character of my books.
Little Polly had a dolly
With a home beneath the stair
With a knife Denis dived
To cut off both head and hair
Caroline lay awake, looking at the stars
Suddenly a shadow came
And she woke with thousand scars
Little Adam on his swing
Heard Jim and Tom mocking him
Resolute, he began to sing:
“Tom’s father is fucking Jim.”
Learning a lesson
Darling Annie was in great despair
Past school the older boys would tug at her hair
One day she came home with a broad grin
Told her mother: “I never thought it’d be fun to kill.”
Teacher Charlie awoke in pain
Hanging from a ceiling bound by a chain
In came little Lotte with a knife in her hand
“Now we’ll see who’s the greatest man.”
“Stop!” cried Charlie. “What do you want?”
“You should tell the boys not to mock or taunt,
Instead you do the worst thing yourself –
I saw the pictures of little girls behind your bookshelf.”
“Lotte there’s no need for this, be a good girl and take me down.”
“I can’t remember, did Lucy wear a blue or green night gown…”
“Lotte, I’m going, I’m moving down south-“
No more he said and was found with his testicles in his mouth.
At night he comes and tells her tales
She imagines the world behind her bed veils,
Tales of a wonderful place
Where she’s clad in silk and silver lace.
But sadly one day Lily lay alone
And no beautiful pictures in her head were shown,
Cuz’ they had turned dark, cold and sinister,
Now that her father told stories to her sister.
One night she stood up and walked into her sister’s room
There she found their naked bodies in the nightly gloom.
With a slash and a hack the blade sang shrilly
And put an end to the tales and to Lily.
Pretty, little Nina went skipping on the bay
She’d told her mother she wouldn’t run away
All she wanted was a glance at the sea
While whistling a tune, her own melody.
Along the shore she took a stroll
Under her arm hang her pretty doll
Suddenly a shadow fell over her golden top
And shivering cold she had to stop.
A short sentence, she heard, lasting few heart beats:
“Hey, my friend, do you like chocolate and sweets?”
Nina couldn’t even make the shortest of replies,
Strong hands had grabbed her
A black bond was put across her eyes.