Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Leap Year Winner

On ev'ry leap year date there'd be

In my village at 10p.m.

A drawing for a lottery.

The losers would then bring mayhem

Upon the winner, him or her,

Chasing the winner through the streets,

The winner always caught for sure.

The winner then endured the beats

By the losers with sticks and stones,

Causing the winner's blood to drain,

All skin ripped off of broken bones,

Just bits and pieces would remain.

I watch the drawing being done.

This leap year winner - I'm the one.