Well, here's some. Not really silly or light-hearted, but its all I have right now...
The Boogeyman
On a stretch of midnight
sidewalk in a jungle
of street-light shadows,
We meet, and my edges
blur until only the outline
remains, of
an old stone-savage shuffling now,
a husk of brutish energy, fixed
on your scent;
dark violence and feral lust,
bloated on your terror.
As we pass, my gaze drops
to the ground, and
the fear in your own
strikes my cheek like a blow.
I hate the way
your mirrored eyes see me.
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