Her stern, solemn stare
could chill bones to the core
Named after a witch, dearest Blaire
An evil doll, wanted no more
Thrown to darkness without a care
Unwanted, forgotten, nothing to look for.
The culprits ran away, unaware
The doll saw this as an act of war
The slam of a door, a blaring snare
Troublemakers regret and implore
She stared back, stringing head of hair
Staring in awe, “She smiled”, they swore.
Created: Apr 24, 2012leah_gessel Document Media