13 July 2012
Around a camp fire tales are told, Urban Legends don't have to be old.
A presence is watching from deep within Feeding off stories of passion and sin.
An Opussian rebel not to be heard Waits for the time to have the last word.
Don't read the app and say her name thrice She will appear to stab and to slice.
"Go on, its only a phone"
"You do it then, leave me alone!"
"Aww are you scared of a little wives tale?"
"Of course not, I know it ain't real!"
"Okay I'll do it, I'll say the name!"
So under the stars and by light of the flame
A boy is fighting the urge to flee
'God help me' he murmurs then opens his mouth
"A.G.... A.G......
........... A.G"
Moments of silence pass in the mist
The boy feels like he's had his first kiss.
Bravado mounts he says "I told you it's rubbish"
Before his head lands next to the fire with a swish.
Camp Tale • Opuss № I