Lost Soul
'Twas the darkest of nights on Johnstown road
Light rain dripped from the hanging Spanish moss
An old man shuffling down the road shivered
"Trade my soul for dry and not count it loss"
The smell of sulfur broke through the damp trees
As shrill laughter permeated the wood
Reptiles wrapped the old mans limbs and body
And he was no longer where he once stood
10-23-20
Contest : Eight Lines of Spooky Rhyme
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
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