Doll Hammer

Family favorite, eight years old

"Girl, do what you're told!"

Sara sadly repeats her dreams

Dad wants company, it seems

Once more, his whispered warning

"You'll not tell a soul come morning!"

She reaches, deeply, a strange night's sleep

Swirling spirits creep

Their dance surrounds her with frenzied cries

"Girl, come forward and claim your prize!"

Smeared with the strangest feeling

And a vengeful passion congealing

She awakens, charged with their song

"Dad! I need you! Come here, please! I swear it won't take long!"

As Dad comes in, Sara smiles and bites clean through his skin

Now he screams, his booming voice is rising in his fall

By the time he hits the floor, he's just another doll

Cluttering the rug

"Hey, Dad! Come on over here now, and give your girl a hug!"

As Dad runs, frantically, towards the door

Clutching, blindly, his curious sore

Sara snatches him by the thigh

And holds him up to her judging eye

Casting a final ballot

Now she grabs an iron mallet

And holds it over his tiny legs

Dad stares, horrified, as he begs

But Sara smugly ignores his pleas

And smashes down with a violent breeze

With every bit that she hits she's willed

To strike again till his end is filled