Flight of the Crone

Dirty scowling crone Old as the wind Tear-stained cheeks Sadness of knowing Shuffling quietly Through twisted shadows She is darker than night Darker than you Stony chill of her breath Whistling across Withered yellow lips The foulest of crypts Hating eyes Hating you Earthen pits of decay Windows to oblivion Embracing you… Twitching, dying bats Scurrying, gnawing rats Screaming, slicing cats Don’t look Don’t watch Don’t see Don’t know Ever