• They say the most horrible things are born in the night
    When the moon is full the world fills with spite
    Like a hostess entertaining a guest
    Demonic toy makers work their best

    It all starts with the skin, but what to choose?
    It has to be something that pleases a muse
    Perhaps cloth made from the finest leather
    Found off of a corpse, soft from the weather

    Next to sew it as one
    Using a black widow spider’s web until it’s done
    The thin sticky thread is perfect as well
    For stuffing the doll’s soft, hollow shell

    The hair is picked carefully, too
    Spanish moss taken from where it grew
    It flows lovely in the wind
    Whispering sorrows to make amends

    Eyes are black as the night alone
    Eyes that replicate Nyx’s own
    They look right through you, deep into your core
    And take away the soul you had before

    After sewing the clothes found here and there
    They must choose a name for the doll carefully with care
    They can’t have something that seems too happy
    But nothing too grotesque or even sappy

    After long judgment of ideas for a name
    They found the right one for the doll to claim
    “Malice is what it shall be!” one cried out
    The others approved with synchronized shouts

    With the meaning for the desire to cause harm
    She will draw people in with her ghostly charm
    And then when the moment is right
    She will kill with all her might

    The doll created and the name is made
    Then she is bought through a legal trade
    Unsuspecting humans will buy
    Unknowing to the threat growing sky high

    One of the greatest dolls ever created
    Maybe the one your child has hated
    Waiting in the shadows and singing horrifying songs
    Making people face their horrible wrongs

    So look out for the ones that are born in the night
    That looks innocent with strange delight
    For she captures souls with bottomless eyes
    Because in the end, you will be the one who dies