The horror in my mind.
Seeking to make a little child behave.
It has many names.
Boogyman, the Bogey, ghost, ghouls
But in truth it has
Red eyes and muddy bones.
There is no name for this creature.

Harsh, but slushy tones.
The rains have wettened the headstones.
Now comes the hailstones.
Feeling pain as the wind groans.
Satan calls, shaking the stones.

Such a lackey.
Never shall it be free.
So it is best you flee.
Keeping your soul free.
It is agony.

Stories, tales and legend.
Just for a scare.
Dreams are more real than they.
You will truly feel fear
When the truth has you.
Red eyes and muddy bones.
There is no name for this creature.

Fear the silent blackness.
It holds more than the rankness.
It will be breathless.
Fear more than the bloodiness
Of its bitterness.

Breaking backbones.
Throwing stones.
Sounding groans.
Feeling not the hailstones.
Beware!  Red eyes and muddy bones.