My name is Molly Nyes I have hollow eyes
I can see the children buttoning up there coats, scared to play in my woods
For I may lay a hoax
They disappear into the trees, blowing leaves off of pine trees
Waiting for the breeze
They peek around these old trees searching for each other
Telling myths of Molly Nye and how she killed the woods
Making the trees hollow
Bititng through leaves
Shaving life of fern plants
Killing sacred flowers
Who weep above the hours
Tell me Molly Nye
The one with hollow eyes
can you help me please
I need to hear the trees
YOU ARE READING
Creepy poems
HorrorThis book will have a load of creepy poems that only I made. Please do not tale them or steel them without permission first. If you want to put hem in your book, message me please! Now enjoy!!! /copyright/ 2016/published 2016/WA state/
