Mr. Scarecrow,
Limp and dry
Hangs on a crooked cross
Staring out of hollow eyes
Adorned with brows of moss.
"Scare the ravens," Aunt Ree said,
"For death they're sure to bring;"
Diana stitched his straw-stuffed head
And taught him how to sing.
But silence Mr. Scarecrow kept,
For on that day he saw
Diana beaten half to death,
Her blood, it soaked the straw.
"What is silence?" Scarecrow asked,
As he hid behind his burlap mask.
"It keeps a secret never told,
Of what I saw on Abbey Road."
The pretty little milkmaid
In a silky cotton dress
Ran down the gravel pathway
With her hair a tangled mess
"Run, run, run,
As fast as you can—
I'm gonna catch you,
I'm the Gingerbread Man!"
A cracked and crumbled cookie man
Chased poor Diana down
He beat her to a lifeless lump
And left her on the ground
Mr. Scarecrow stared in shock,
But, oh, what could he do?
He couldn't scare the crows away,
As he hung there from day to day,
And helpless was he, tied to wood,
He hoped Diana understood.
Diana, woken from the blood,
His sins she quick forgave;
To know he cared was chance enough
To make it all okay.
Silent Mr. Scarecrow stays,
The secret ever dark;
If the Gingerbread Man
Ever knew he knew,
He'd shoot him in the heart.
But Mr. Scarecrow has a plan,
To stop this evil fiend;
To crows and ravens, be a friend—
What Aunt Ree never dreamed.
Just like the Piper played a tune,
The scarecrow now will sing;
On the Gingerbread Man
the crows descend,
Like flocks of hell on wings
They'll eat him 'til there's nothing left,
Pecking, breaking, cracking
Crumbling pieces on the grass
He dies his well-served death.
And just like all the stories say,
Mr. Scarecrow saves the day;
He'll hold his dear Diana close,
And give her one exquisite rose.
Mr. Scarecrow,
Limp and dry
Hangs on a crooked cross
Staring out of hollow eyes
Adorned with brows of moss.
Dream on, Mr. Scarecrow,
Don't dare give up the fight.
Your dear Diana needs you,
You'll be her straw-filled knight.
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The Art of Confusion
PoesíaDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
