Connor J Sheffield

Murder Mystery (Scarecrow)

Night has fallen
The villagers sleep
But out in the field
A scarecrow creeps

In the day he seems still
Nothing more than a prop
But in the night he springs to life
Leaving his crop

He finds a victim
Someone alone and awake
For he enjoys the fear he sees
When they see him and quake

He devours their souls
Their flesh and blood too
Then returns to his field
Leaving the villagers guessing who

They follow the clues
To find he who dares sin
But all they ever find
Is the scarecrow with a sinister grin