Dolls

Beware those creepy little dolls, The ones with eyes so real. For behind their red ruby lips, Lies evil they try to conceal... Those wicked dolls of which I speak of, Were made over two hundred years ago. Three dolls who originate from Vienna, Three dolls that form an unholy trio. Faith, Hope and Charity he named them, By the greatest doll maker in the lands. Each doll so hypnotic and most alluring, Painstakingly crafted by his own hands. Their creator's name was Carl Guttenberg, His background people knew nothing about. And he died a most macabre hideous death, His hands cut off and his eyes torn out. On their own each doll is sweetly innocent, But when together is a deadly dark drawback. For all through the centuries these dolls, Bloody rampage and slay as a hunting pack. Decades of countless unsolved cruel murders, Only occur when these devil dolls do unite. Each one an unaware antique's collector, Hideously butchered by these dolls of spite. So beware of Faith, Hope and Charity, Virtues these evil dolls mock and shun. My tale of terror for every collector, A diabolical dolls warning for everyone.