The Haggard One.

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Topic/Postby Vennie » 06 Aug 2008, 19:11

The Haggard One.

In the quiet town of 'Plaice'
Sits a rather peculiar race
Of men and women like you and I
Accept the region's position lie
Amongst green clouds and purple rain
With all black smoke and rotting grain

Yes, the town of 'Plaice' seems odd
Although there lives a certain God
Who watches over the tiny town
With a disappointing expression, a dismal frown
For in Plaice lives the Haggard one
Who scares the heart of anyone
With eyes of fire and tears of gold
Her posture humped her aura cold

The town regard her as a monster
With pincers mightier than any lobster
Warts, Verucas,Wicklows too
Like an annoying cat you'd wish to 'shoo!'

The villagers, frightened of the haggard one
Decide its time to have their fun
They creep behind the derelict house
Sneaking around like a hungry mouse
Searching for the certain witch
With whom to dispose of in a ditch

However the witch has come prepared
And instead the villagers will be scared
As it comes to them with fiery eyes
Ignoring all their childish cries
Devouring each and every one
Under the watch of the silver sun

Bodies left in every corner
Villager, Farmer, Barman, Mourner
All come to see the tragedy
Upon the heath of fantasy
All cannot believe the brutality
"The monster's killed them savagely!"

For they do call her the haggard one
Concealed under the silver sun
Vennie
 

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