Toxic Sweets Candy, pumpkins , bats and ghoulish treats,
careful this Halloween when you walk the streets.
If you're not careful you'll regret it,
my precious children for your death I'll take full credit !
My demands must be met I've had long to wait,
for you children I have the perfect bait !
Come enter my carnival of lies and deceit,
you children are in for a real treat !
Come enjoy the show made for you especially,
oooh and awe at the talents of my freak-show menagerie !
Now you'll know my theater of creeps and scares,
is nothing like those other fairs !
Why don't we play another game you can't say it's not fun,
I'll keep you distracted to merely ensure you do not run !
You see for me there is no method out of reach,
to make sure you forget the words your parents preach.
Don't talk to strangers , remember your curfew,
all this is no fun for you.
Come with me we'll have great fun
Working hard and slacking offThere was a lump under the blankets and a gray-haired head on the pillow. Two black tipped, wolf-like ears twitched softly as the man slept. The noise of a shower came from the bathroom to the right of the bed. A red and black-haired gentleman stood exposed beneath the steaming current of water eyes closed. The room was neat extremely neat except for a suit that was thrown carelessly on the arm of chair at the end of the bed discarded by the now sleeping informant after a long weeks business in Japan, with the notorious Yakuza.
As Kakeru turned off the shower he stood for a moment letting the water drip off his rather muscular body. The noise of each drop creating a small beat as the sounds echoed off the walls of the room. With a deep breath he stepped out grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist . Blindly he pulled another out from the rack to dry his hair with and stepped out into the quiet room. A groan came from the bed as Kouya hugged a pillow meant to replac
Web of deceitLet me tell you a little about myself,
whether fact or fiction however, there's no way to tell.
A demon who's specialty,
is lying and telling fibs that's little old me.
If you summon me your fate I'll give a hint
the contract you sign has a mighty large amount of fine print !
I'll shower you with names of praise, whatever you want ,
Darling? Honey? Princess? maybe even little neko-chan ?
My affection to you is all a web and now your stuck,
you can't get out it's not a dream just pure bad luck !
Two-faced, two timing , just plain cunning,
call me what you want but with me you won't be running.
You won't know of my deceit ,
until it's too late and my time to eat !
After you I'll just move on , for there's always more to serve.
It's a never ending cycle and three steps to remember,
one step planning, two step action, three step pull the trigger ☆
A fox, a weasel a downright liar,
around me you wouldn't want to be hanging from a wire.
Snip snip I'll cut it down , no loss