THE NEXT ONE
I thought she was an angel
And a perfect pair they’d make
Till I watched her snatch his chest
A simple, fatal mistake
Apart from anything else
Her flaw would have no quick fix
She made waves with the devil
When she stole his box of tricks
Under cover of darkness
On a night when no moon shone
He buried her in the clay
Crying ‘Here lies the next one…’
I like the bit about stealing the devil's box of tricks.
ReplyDeleteCheers Andy!
DeleteThis poem is scary. Excellent storytelling!
ReplyDeleteThanks Heidi :)
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