This is a poem written for a Story Poem contest. It tells of a poor soul's warning. |
I was out walking On a cold November day The shrill air bit my skin And I puckered my lips As I walked lonely down this very way I've lived here for quite some time now My corpse rotting with every day My short life was ended After 20 years of living The anniversary is today My solemn soul has come to warn you Of the woman that came my way Now please heed my warnings Because on this very day Her evil spirit will come for you If you don't go away She was a vicious monster She tore me to shreds Then ate the bleeding flesh off my body With my frantic heart still pounding So run stubborn boy Don't just stand there run Flee far away from this place There’s no need to be brave Don’t avenge my poor soul Some monsters just eat you Better a live coward then a dead one There’s nothing to do but run Because I’m already gone It's too late for me But you don't have to meet my same fate I must stay here To ward people from her awful face It's black and green and blue and yellow With two mouths of pointed, rotting teeth They sit right where her eyes should be One eye perches above her chin Held in by bare gums And her nose Two flat slits Spanning across her face The flesh around her features Is lumpy and bruised and bleeding Large welts and spattered pus Are splattered across her terrible face So run stubborn boy Don't just stand there run Flee far away from this place There’s no need to be brave Don’t avenge my poor soul Some monsters just eat you Better a live coward then a dead one There’s nothing to be do but run Because I’m already gone It's too late for me But you don't have to meet my same fate I must stay here, I choose to stay here To ward people from her awful face |