In Fisher Park, GSO, last night
Something spooked Jake, a horrible fright
He didn’t stick around to interview
He feared the thing would break him in two
But snapped a photo before he ran
To show a cryptid researcher man.
He knew the monster to Jake’s surprise
That monster is called Old Marble Eyes
Anyone who sees him at night dies.
Jake said I’m certainly not dead yet
And I won’t die, would you like to bet?
Don’t need to said the researcher man
Poor doomed soul, he never fails his plan
Soon your dirge will be played by a band
Now dead, your beating heart in his hand.