They called

you bad

Babadook.

scary to tell

and scary to

see

But you mean

the world to

me.

dark and foreboding

standing in the corner

but you always

tell me

to be myself,

to be free.

they called you

evil

Babadook.

changing your

hair and

changing your eyes

but never speaking lies

to me.

You always

tell me to be

myself

and that the

truth

will let me live

honestly.

They called

you crooked

Babadook.

darkness your

fortress

in space and time

the dashing daughter of

Horus.

but you

always gave

me hope

a light

in the world

for me

to cope.

They called.

They called.

Babadook.

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.