Labyrinth

three - cackles

poem - cackles

on the soft sand he watched the girl

in the middle of a dark ocean filled with whirls

she looked so broken so glum, without guile

he wandered towards her, though he knew not her style

irises as cold as ice

fingers thin from hunger

she closed her eyes not once but twice

and gave into the stormy thunder

he watched her wail, and sob, and cry

and wondered if he was wrong to pry

her lips formed words of anguish and pain

her soul was a cloud which was bursting with rain

gently whispering, he soothed her mind

meeting cool eyes he saw wounds, the cracks

she might have seemed innocent to the stranger so kind

but truthfully speaking her heart was black

she licked her lips from side to side

the vicious cackles she could not hide

the evil, devilish witch replaced

the sad girl with a pale fair face

the man couldn't stop the tears trickling down

his cheeks as he saw he's about to drown

white thin hands clamped over his neck

and she pressed him down until he was dead

a lie, deceit, a murderer was she

who drowned innocent men on summers' day

she felt no guilt: she was indeed happy

with the success of her act, the poisonous play