It's a cold chilly night on Newton Street.
Not a soul is standing for you to meet.
Hidden away from all the trees,
Was one little child, kneeling on his knees.
Everything around was silent and dark.
Out in the distance was a dogs bark.
The child lived out in the woods because he wasn't your normal kind of boy.
He used insects as his kind of toy.
He grew up.all alone,
With no mother or father to call his own.
He ate whatever he could find,
Which sometimes wasn't very kind.
He has powers that nobody would understand.
He could make things happen with his mind and his hand.
He was only eight years old,
But all the power he did hold.
If he liked you and wanted to be your friend.
You were safe til the very end.
But if he didn't like you,
You better run fast because that means your life is through.
©terrylin53
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