Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Mahaha

An eskimo, you should know me.

Mahaha is the name your kind

Gave to this demon who can be

In the Arctic for you to find.

My thin blue skinned white eyed self to

Smile and giggle and dance around,

Just before I grab onto you,

And in my cold fingers you're bound.

Then you know you are dealing with

My being true in time and place.

I be for real, not merely myth.

You'll die with a smile on your face.

I watch you take last gasping breath,

As I do tickle you to death.