Flight of the Crone
Dirty scowling crone
Old as the wind
Tear-stained cheeks
Sadness of knowing
Shuffling quietly
Through twisted shadows
She is darker than night
Darker than you
Stony chill of her breath
Whistling across
Withered yellow lips
The foulest of crypts
Hating eyes
Hating you
Earthen pits of decay
Windows to oblivion
Embracing you…
Twitching, dying bats
Scurrying, gnawing rats
Screaming, slicing cats
Don’t look
Don’t watch
Don’t see
Don’t know
Ever
Copyright © Vincent Procopio | Year Posted 2012
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