"The Wooden Man"

"The Wooden Man"

A Poem by Night

On the edge of Boom Town

it sat with great delight.


And if you listened long enough

you'd hear it's cry at night.


Mr. Murphy was a working man...

a simple folk from town.


You could hear his story told

when the circus came around.


The legend goes that late one night...

out among the woods.


He made a pact with something bad...

a deal that no one should.


Some people say they see him walk...

the children they just ran.


A legend born on circus night...

They call him..."The Wooden Man".





© Night.2013

© 2013 Night


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