Strange White Ghost
© Surazeus
2018 10 25
The blonde girl wearing long white dress with lace
and yellow ribbon tied around her waist
walks across bleak muddy moor of sharp rocks
while holding porcelain plate with white cake
as flock of ravens circle overhead,
cawing as they follow the strange white ghost.
While stepping barefoot over freezing mud,
she remembers what her aunt said last night,
how seven girls walking across the moors
were found frozen, face down in the dark mud,
drowned when they were raped by the savage man
who haunts the jagged caves of rocky hills.
Heart beating wild, she pauses on the moor
when she hears footsteps squishing in cold mud,
so she looks everywhere in swirling mist
till she sees tall form of the savage man
looming from dark shadow of the pale sun,
then shrieks when he appears, her uncle Edward.
Trembling from shock, she laughs with cold relief,
wanting to relax so she would feel safe,
but he comes at her fast and grabs her arms,
and she drops the cake, splattered on the mud,
as he kisses her mouth and grabs her legs,
then spins her around and yanks up her dress.
Gritting her teeth in sudden fearful rage,
she reaches back and grabs hilt of his sword,
then as he tries to thrust inside her flesh
she grips the sword and thrusts it backward hard,
feeling its sharp blade sink into his chest,
so he releases her and screams in pain.
Clutching wound in his chest, he howls in rage,
"You dirty whore, you lured me to my death,"
but she snarls and yanks the sword from his heart
so hot red blood spurts onto the mold mud,
then she slaps his face as he falls sideways
and twitches as blood gushes from his mouth.
Clutching the empty plate and bloody sword,
she continues walking to family home,
large cottage built of stones by the green river,
and stands in the doorway covered in mud,
so her mother, sisters, cousins, and aunt
scream in horror at the sight of her face.
"Uncle Edward raped and killed all those girls,
but I killed him when he tried to rape me,"
she explains, then takes off her muddy dress,
and cleans her body with fire-heated water,
then she lies down, still holding bloody sword,
and sleeps as they stare at her horrified.
The police wake her, and take her to jail,
then she stands in court before the grim judge
who accuses her of murder most foul,
so she explains, "He raped all those young girls,
and I killed him when he tried to rape me,"
but the judge condemns her to hang at dawn.
The blonde girl wearing long white dress with lace
and yellow ribbon tied around her waist
stands on the scaffold before crowd of people,
and proclaims, "I have the right to defend
my body and my honor from the rapist,
so I killed him to save myself from harm."
The hangman pulls the lever so she falls
and dangles choking in the morning sun
that gleams indifferent to her suffering
as she swings limp above the blooming flowers
that open their mouths to drink her hot blood
when they bury her in the cold wet mud.
The blonde girl wearing long white dress with lace
and yellow ribbon tied around her waist
lies dead in bleak muddy moor of sharp rocks,
eyes and flesh consumed by maggots and worms
as flock of ravens circle overhead,
cawing as they follow the strange white ghost.
© Surazeus
2018 10 25
The blonde girl wearing long white dress with lace
and yellow ribbon tied around her waist
walks across bleak muddy moor of sharp rocks
while holding porcelain plate with white cake
as flock of ravens circle overhead,
cawing as they follow the strange white ghost.
While stepping barefoot over freezing mud,
she remembers what her aunt said last night,
how seven girls walking across the moors
were found frozen, face down in the dark mud,
drowned when they were raped by the savage man
who haunts the jagged caves of rocky hills.
Heart beating wild, she pauses on the moor
when she hears footsteps squishing in cold mud,
so she looks everywhere in swirling mist
till she sees tall form of the savage man
looming from dark shadow of the pale sun,
then shrieks when he appears, her uncle Edward.
Trembling from shock, she laughs with cold relief,
wanting to relax so she would feel safe,
but he comes at her fast and grabs her arms,
and she drops the cake, splattered on the mud,
as he kisses her mouth and grabs her legs,
then spins her around and yanks up her dress.
Gritting her teeth in sudden fearful rage,
she reaches back and grabs hilt of his sword,
then as he tries to thrust inside her flesh
she grips the sword and thrusts it backward hard,
feeling its sharp blade sink into his chest,
so he releases her and screams in pain.
Clutching wound in his chest, he howls in rage,
"You dirty whore, you lured me to my death,"
but she snarls and yanks the sword from his heart
so hot red blood spurts onto the mold mud,
then she slaps his face as he falls sideways
and twitches as blood gushes from his mouth.
Clutching the empty plate and bloody sword,
she continues walking to family home,
large cottage built of stones by the green river,
and stands in the doorway covered in mud,
so her mother, sisters, cousins, and aunt
scream in horror at the sight of her face.
"Uncle Edward raped and killed all those girls,
but I killed him when he tried to rape me,"
she explains, then takes off her muddy dress,
and cleans her body with fire-heated water,
then she lies down, still holding bloody sword,
and sleeps as they stare at her horrified.
The police wake her, and take her to jail,
then she stands in court before the grim judge
who accuses her of murder most foul,
so she explains, "He raped all those young girls,
and I killed him when he tried to rape me,"
but the judge condemns her to hang at dawn.
The blonde girl wearing long white dress with lace
and yellow ribbon tied around her waist
stands on the scaffold before crowd of people,
and proclaims, "I have the right to defend
my body and my honor from the rapist,
so I killed him to save myself from harm."
The hangman pulls the lever so she falls
and dangles choking in the morning sun
that gleams indifferent to her suffering
as she swings limp above the blooming flowers
that open their mouths to drink her hot blood
when they bury her in the cold wet mud.
The blonde girl wearing long white dress with lace
and yellow ribbon tied around her waist
lies dead in bleak muddy moor of sharp rocks,
eyes and flesh consumed by maggots and worms
as flock of ravens circle overhead,
cawing as they follow the strange white ghost.
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