Her Cold Blue Skin

POEM " HER COLD BLUE SKIN " by martin gedge A windy frozen day night sky under the grey the falling snow so thick and slow would cover as she lay in waters winter freeze death whistled through the breeze as darkness walks the shadows talk to whisper help her please for souls onto receive to lead her to believe upon the knife another life would never let her leave and so sick and sadly true her skin was cold and blue as spring would break the ice would wake to see her body through and in her grip of strand the hairs to hold her hand would set her free as it would be to call upon the man and judge and jury came in a court that bares her name a guilty rule to catch a fool to live in silent shame and to one to sit his cell that drowns into the well she is the witch that flicks the switch to watch you burn in hell... by martin gedge ©