terça-feira, 20 de maio de 2025

Old Batts

 Black dog tried to calm the three of them
Their insanity present in words spoken
pouring all over the walls and floors swelling
Into the ears of frightened human dwellers

Mathmatics would tell secrets and rumours
Cypocryphy the accurate forecaster of storms looming
And Jerusalem the reciter of perfect scripture outloud said
Blackdog to wake them, feed them and put them to bed

Thus was their lot in Tennesee
instead of moving they settled
letting foul phantoms be
and how they stirred hell

Because walls spoke and rang like bells
screamed and cursed night long in the abode
stopping and starting like morse code
Jack junior it protected

Jack senior it hexed
So they all blamed old Batts
whose difficult life would inspire grief
whoever said it was a witch?

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