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...
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