In the corner of town,
Away from other streets, there is a much isolated and dark place known as Sturvy Street.
don’t be deceived or put off base, when someone tricks you visit this place,
because this is no ordinary road where the public meet.
This is different—and its Sturvy street.
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This is no lie or fun sort of game,
but rumour has it that things there are not so much the same.
Offices and buildings are now left astray,
So be aware; there are no signs of help. Keep away.
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There are many more things which I must warn you about.
Because some people say its no major deal.
But I’m telling you that once you set foot, there’s no way out.
So, next time you come across Sturvy Street, look away and turn your heel.
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If you still don’t believe me, I’ll tell you a tale,
of an innocent boy called Tim Nail.
He once played a game full of regret
where the bottle spun to choose who to elect.
Tension rose amongst his friends,
as all eyes anxiously watched the bottle bend.
And then stop, without fail,
At the poor, and ill-fated Tim Nail.
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“Off you go!” His friends spat.
“It’s a dare, so there’s no turning back.”
“Everything will be fine,” they falsely cheered,
but Tim felt scared as he neared and neared.
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A moment passed, and then silence.
“Are you sure he’s okay? Away from any violence?”
The wind slurred
and the trees rumbled.
From the distant could be heard a faint mumble.
A split second- and then a cry...
Some tears of sorrow. A hail of “why?”
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In the corner of town,
Away from other streets, there is a much isolated and dark place known as Sturvy Street.