Stoned

The girl stepped out her face amok With lurid colors, set to shock Four others came with mal intent Hoods up, sinister, a desire to torment Jeering voices in the dank of this night Adrenaline flowing at this time of fright The bent old woman down the road They're stalking her dim abode That sad old witch alone in her house Where she sits as quiet as a mouse. Gothic shapes adorn the outside They're statues and a good place to hide. Dared painted girl sets to at the door It's hammered and kicked until limbs are sore No sign of her, the night retains its hush Feeding their frenzy, then out they rush From the shadows and occultic bush Their ghoulish prank has really begun They'll crack the windows, break the doors The widow resignedly braves the boors Contorting their faces in leering pose She removes the sun glasses from her nose Their fate is sealed as they succumb to fear Broad beams from eyes that continue to peer Now gray in color, the stand affixed Immortalized in stone, she is transfixed More statues to add to her collection She'll look at them with morbid affection