Can not dampen my parade,
I shall finish my deed
Before the night ends,
And let the slick, sticky grass grow
On top of the newly dug hole.
What was once a pretty face
Now shines bright,
A face as smooth as marble in the moonlight
Sheathing him like a mummy
I quickly bury my prize.
Gathering my shovel and little tools,
I walk towards my cabin in the woods.
Thinking nothing of this heinous crime
I sit down and watch the sun rise.
1 comment:
I like it. It is a bit scary, but it is good for Halloween. How many of Warren's words did you use here? Nice work. - elmeer
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