Once, in a room filled with children’s boredom,

careful fingers made gentle folds.

Over and over, the crisp paper creased

until a phantom figure took form.

Two, three, four, five.

The figures took shape again and again,

each one more sinister than the next.

They cast silhouettes by the moonlight

that poured in ever so knowingly

through the open window.

It seemed as though it knew

exactly what was in store for the 

fearsome phantoms that haunted the

restless children’s room.

The clock ticked and tocked its many minutes

until at last the careful fingers were sent to bed.

And all too quickly, the figures

emerged from their shadows.

Swiftly swaying, the phantoms took flight

on that silent, solemn night.