Connor J Sheffield

To Scare

There's a scarecrow in the field
A horror to behold
Though most believe it is inanimate
I know, it is alive

It has no eyes, yet it's always watching
It has no ears, but it's always listening
Its mouth is sewn shut, yet it whispers in the night
It has no voice, yet it calls for you
It has no brain, yet it still has knowledge

When strangers pass this place
They never leave
The scarecrow, always watching
Waits for its time to strike

Nothing is left of the victim
Except the blood that stains the clothes
And the odd bit of flesh around the scarecrows feet

No one knows what gave the scarecrow life
I doubt anyone ever will
Most believe it was awakened by its true purpose
To scare...