Still She Roams

Sunken eyes bared tooth. worn shaggy rags cling to frail bone. Watching the old town with eyes of fire she casts venom filled words amongst those who inhabit A mean old women full of impurity and disgust for the living She trudges into the dark of night Hunting those who are frail and ill Eating there insides for taste and poisoning their remains. Lynched in the sycamore she hung staring out at the mob Her neck black and blue her breath no more She hung until laid unto the dirt The next week she was gone only rags remained. The people cried in terror the air chilled and the crying towns people fell under a deathly spell They fell to the dirt as birds picked at their eyes they shield the mass But died in their own blood. amongst them traipsed an evil spirit covered from her neck lay bruises...