The Riverbank
Down along the riverbank
Crawling through the sand
Walk carefully and keep quiet
For danger is at hand
You hope to find a place to hide
But who you meet is much worse
She's evil and she's grotesque
She's wicked and she's cursed
The restless soul of someone dark
She brings only misery and death
She lures the unsuspecting
So she can steal their spark
With pale skin and withered hands
And eyes as dull as coal
She'll pull you down into the depths
She wants to steal your soul!
Author: Kristin Bordelon
Copyright © Kristin Bordelon | Year Posted 2018
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