From the wrath of the clouds she drew thunder
And lightning and strong raging winds
Then blending with steamy salt water
She cooked-up all sorts of things.
With the blood of a feathered Earth pecker
And cracked souls from its unborn nest
She mixes and stirs and sweetens together
Until it tastes its best.
She dances her dance while singing her song
Then stares them dead in the eyes.
She searches the soul and mind for the wrong
Then to her large pot she now cries.
Her tears are fire and red-like in colour
Her bones are all ashy black
Green nails to devour, tongue long as a tower
To avenge the thing that you lack.
Her sight is quite hideous, awful and mysterious
It's love that has made her this way.
She once was a beauty, now something contrary
For the devil won the deal that day.
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Lights Out Kiskadee
PoetryTurn your thoughts into words and share them with the world... I've decided to channel such into poetry ... and trust me I don't regret it ...Plz like my poems n comment so I will know if you're enjoying them or not ?#Ray_Egbert
