I Was Pappa Wood {spooky Poem}

Running the yard it was either him or I So I filed my shank and prepared to die I warmed up until they popped the door “Want some - Get some” I want some more Stabbing another person is its own high Collapse of their lung with a gurgling sigh Fear in their eye as you stick in their throat I danced with the demons and rode with the goat I stabbed and stabbed then stabbed him again Pappa Wood earned his Respect in the pen This is for the spooky poem tag game. Christopher Higgins lets listen to your spooky side, tag your it. Please know the man i write of in this poem is dead to me. My family is my life now and my journey is in service of the Lord. Amazing what a good woman can inspire in a man and my wife is the best, I adore her.