Lost Soul

'Twas the darkest of nights on Johnstown road Light rain dripped from the hanging Spanish moss An old man shuffling down the road shivered "Trade my soul for dry and not count it loss" The smell of sulfur broke through the damp trees As shrill laughter permeated the wood Reptiles wrapped the old mans limbs and body And he was no longer where he once stood 10-23-20 Contest : Eight Lines of Spooky Rhyme Sponsor : Tania Kitchin