THE FOUL SPIRIT OF MOTHER ROSE
Like dust in the wind it blows,
Like the rhythm of a song it flows,
The pound of hell has released a demon,
A demon that took refuge in the body of a helpless nun.
Grotesque as it can,
The nun is not a fan,
Abysmal like the terror with no jaw,
So inhumane like the grizzly with a giant paw.
Righteous is the way of the nuns,
Possession by a demon is a curse that burns,
An abomination to the gathering of their faithful course,
A threat to the membership of their glorious cause.
A diversion from the normal state of mind,
Mother Rose has been made to leave a lot behind,
An allegiance won over by the army of darkness,
An aberration joyful to the cause of absolute sadness.
Beware for Mother Rose is on the prowl,
Predator instincts like the agility of the owl,
Her possession is as terrifying like hell on earth,
Recall again because you already might have met.
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ONCE UPON A TIME
PoetryONCE UPON A TIME is a 3-in-1 poem collection circling around Reality, Love, and Horror. The compiled poems are not in any way interrelated with one another, although they portray the aura of being the best in their respective categories. Do enjoy as...
