The teddy

Laughter followed Jane deep into the night
Filled with malice, the sound filled her with fright
Steps crashing on the flag stoned ground
Echoes through the churchyard, a chilling sound

Take another turning, maiming your eyes is the fear
Blinded by the terror that is showing in her tears
The cackle rises louder, into the ebony sky
Turning away, Jane sits, hugs her toy and cry

Weather beaten teddy bear, its soggy and cold
Same age as the child, only nine years old
As its eyes stare thoughtlessly into her mind
She begins to quiver, wants to leave it behind

Ragged old toy given to her when she was born
Ripped ear, broken foot, hurt and torn
A smile flashes across the face of the bear
As it laughs out loud, Jane is left terrified, there

A movement awakes her, and she is shadowed by pain
A little fluffy toy, it is laughing once again
As it turns to face her, evil gleaming through its eyes
She is struck down by her toy, not the first to die