The Preacher Part 2

She wiped his brow gently with the back of her hand, Her sweet voice sang of a far away land. A vision came to him that filled him with dread, She was evil born of the dead. Her mother came to this town, ten years ago, She was killed by the same folk and buried where nobody would know. The vision showed a mother pregnant with child, The mother dead but the child alive, buried under a rock somewhere in the wild. Then he saw a dreadful creature possess the little girl, The sight of it made him want to hurl. It lay dormant in the womb until the mother’s body began to decay, Then it began to feed on it and grew stronger by the day. When the flesh and bone were all consumed, It clawed it way to the surface, this terrible doom. For ten years it lived in the wild, Until the day, it presented itself to him as this child. Every time it touched him it skin would burn and blister But it was comfortable with the pain and the flesh that began to fester She smiled at him and whispered, “Now you know who I am,” “But it has been held from you, what I do to those I condemn.” “I will feed you and keep you and save you for last,” “Surely he will give you to me, after I convince him of your past.” Who is he you refer to?” he said, “Tell me please,” “Sorry, I was thinking out loud,” She whispered “To you a little mid tease.” “Tomorrow you shall become a witness of my wrath,” “It shall be a day of reckoning, a ceremonial bloodbath.” Copyright © 2011