There’s a child hiding from a beast
Trying to not become part of the feast
He relives his death every morning and night
From his lips comes mourning and fright
He lives and dies with a mangled face
In 1902 he died without a trace
A terrible story to tell
But a story to share of his hell
Thank you for reading
Zac Zinn
ZinnWrites 
Having read this I thought it was rather informative.
I appreciate you taking the time and energy to put this short article together.
I once again find myself spending a lot of time both reading and leaving comments.
But so what, it was still worthwhile!
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the article!