McCray
A gentle man, they say
That lives upon the hill
By day
He gazes at his land
Through curtained windowsill
By night
He wanders through the town
Spreading twilight cheer
But might
His grin be something more—
A smirk that we should fear?
McCray
McCray, a gentle soul
No insect would he harm
They say
No girl or boy alive
Can resist his playful charm
But who
Will dare to say the words
That no one wants to hear?
A new
Child has gone missing
And each night more disappear
