The Grandfather
Raised by her grandparents in the 1800's
Her parents were the scum of the earth
The terrors she'd faced were nightmares
A prisoner since the day of her birth
They lived in a place called Middle Creek
No one would ever come around
Nobody even knew she existed
For they never took her to town
Even the neighbors knew nothing of her
For the girl had never been seen
The broken-down shack they lived in
Would somehow muffle her screams
By now, she was only twelve years old
The object of her grandfather's abuse
He tied her in the cellar each night
As she begged him to turn her loose
Night after night, her screams went unheard
As she wallowed in utter despair
Why would no one come help her?
Was it because they just didn't care?
He beat her and raped her day after day
Til she simply couldn't take no more
Then one day, she lay motionless
Lifeless, on the floor
Legend has it her blood is still there
Right where the little girl died
To hide her body, for no one would see
He covered her, with red seal lye
You can see her today, at least her ghost
As she runs through her grandfather's field
With her grandfather not too far behind
Chasing the one that he killed
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