Banette

A boy’s wish made true that night
To animate the smiling puppet
That sits in the corner, snug and tight
He sat there, still and lifeless  
With yellow eyes that pierced the soul
Gray was his body, stiff and motionless
With a face of terror it always showed
The creeping gleam that shined in its eyes
And the carnal smirk it wore were sure signs
That something about this doll wasn’t quite right
Yet the doll was bought for the lonely boy
A friend to play with, and to share his joy
But it wasn’t enough, for the poor lad
He wanted a real, breathing friend, so he wouldn’t feel quite so alone and sad
So in that fateful moment, just half-passed midnight
He chanted the wish to a star with all his might
To bring forth a friendly ghost
To take his marionette as its host
But every wish comes with a price
A lesson well learned that night
The walls were stain in red, with horror they bore
While crimson pools flooded and consumed the floor
Mommy was in pieces
Daddy was in stacks
And little, baby Sue was left dead on her back
Yet the boy had gotten his wish
For the friend he’d never had
“Dear Banette,” he named him
And for that, he was glad.

So boys and girls, and parents all
Remember this tale, for it isn’t quite so tall
That everything comes with a price
Be it money, love, family, or your life.