The vermin squealed in tortured pain.
The cold steel pierced its skin.
Its crimson syrup drizzled fast.
The sorcerer’s face grinned.
A bell pot steamed with magic brew.
An arm reached in the vat
And with an evil chuckle he
Removed a tall black hat.
He brought it to a children’s class.
His cruel excitement grew.
He let them take the cursed cap
To play with after school.
They built a man out of the snow
And placed it on his head.
The snowman came to life that day
Although his eyes were dead.
They marched and danced across the town.
The young ones cried with glee.
He led them like the piper
Leading rats into the sea.
They marched into the forest,
Followed deep into the trees.
The dark began to settle in.
The chill became a freeze.
A mob of parents stormed into
The woods later that night.
They carried torches, armed with guns,
Preparing for a fight.
The ten-foot snowman roared with hate.
Its ice-flesh, slick and red.
Protruding from its snow-skin were
The bodies of the dead.
Surrounding this monstrosity
They closed in with their flames.
He let out one last Frosty scream
Before melting away.
The next morning on Christmas Day
The snow was stained with red.
And lying solitary was
A hat without a head
A man came trotting through the snow.
He grabbed it from the ground.
Then Mr. Hinkle traveled on
And found another town.
