FASA 365 Day 196, Tenebris Memoria Ludibrio (Dark Memory Mocker) for 1879, Dark Fae.

Up in the attic,
Where the broken things go.
Where the floorboards creak,
and the forgotten toys weep.

Up in the attic,
The summer heat burns.
Tin soldiers melt,
Parades not to return

Up in the attic,
Dolls are fragile and brittle.
Oh, how they do shatter;
to pieces sharp, and little.

Up in the attic,
Hear the Mocker does creep
Hear him dance o’r your head
on those nights you can’t sleep.

Up in the attic,
The Mocker does his worst.
To destroy all your dreams,
and your memories.
From your last to your first.

Up in the attic,
The Mocker does play.
Having tea parties.
Playing dress up.
With your things, cast away.

Up in the attic,
The Mocker then sets to the rest.
Breaking things, ripping dresses
for the rats, a fine nest.

Up in the attic,
Never venture at night
Only sunshine, not starlight
keeps a Mocker from sight.

Up in the attic,
A burglar made his way in.
Disturbing the Mocker,
no more thieving for him.

Up in HIS attic,
The burglar did go
Mocking his family,
his kin.
Ask his children.
They know.