The Evil
The Evil
Whenever I try to remember my past,
Time reminds of that haunted day.
When there was nothing like slow and fast,
And I was standing all alone on that way.
I was red and blue with all the terror around me,
With someone's shrill cries to hear.
It was only darkness till I could see,
And I was terrible with the bloody fear.
I saw a woman standing behind the tree,
With a wicked smile on her face.
In the air her hands were free,
With a blunted ghastly trace.
She came nearer to me,
Closer and closer!
Her face was full of scars as I could see,
And a bit appearance of a bloody grocer.
I tried to run away,
But she was full of powers.
She caught me at way,
With all the ghastly and bloody showers.
I was dead,
But still alive in dreams.
With a terrible appearance of a bloody head,
Who shouts for her right with cries and screams.