The cursed boy

There once was a cursed young boy,

Who spent his life being so coy 

His mother guarded him like a knight,

But then she was gone, out of sight.

The people searched for her all day long,

But the boy just sat and sang a song

'My mum was taken by a hand',

'There's no way she will return to land'

The people stopped and stared him down,

His face changed from cheer to a frown

Suddenly he had a different soul,

His eyes had turned as black as coal.

The people locked him in a cell,

They feared the boy had come from hell

The poor young boy he missed the sun,

But the evil had only just begun 

The boy awoke to the sound of screams,

Like he had once heard in his dreams

A creature had saved him from demise,

But this creature was him in disguise

Bodies lied around all still,

It's like the boy was born to kill.

'I'm not evil' screamed the boy,

He never knew he was the devil's toy.