The lady in the pond,
The lady in the pond,
The children were all singing
of the lady in the pond.
Soon mother was concerned,
About the things they said,
From their wide eyed descriptions,
The lady sounded dead.
Her skin was pearly white,
Her eyes were closed and shrunk,
Her fingernails were long,
And her bony cheeks were sunk.
The children said such things,
They didn't sound like lies,
Yet mother searched and searched,
And met no grim surprise.
The children loved to look,
And see the lady's hair,
They said that it was long,
And beautifully fair.
Yet mother found no hairs,
Nor any giving sign,
Of something in the pond
wrapped up in twisted vine.
A child somehow went missing,
For days and nights and days,
When she turned up in the pond,
"I don't like how she plays"
And then from that day forth,
A child would disappear,
And turn up much later,
While shivering in fear.
One day the children stopped,
And quickly ran inside,
When mother asked "what's wrong?" they said
"Her eyes are open wide"
YOU ARE READING
Never told Nursery Rhymes
PoetryAre these the sort of things you like, my dear? the stories and the rhymes that make you shake? are you the sort who seeks darkness and fear? I surely hope you are, for your own sake. In here you'll meet the fear who has a face, in here you'll feel...
