#SalemVerse Prompt #06 – Photo Prompt

Dark walls echo the wide eyed calls of malady

and dripping sweet promises she comes at night

all who follow calmed as one by one

to her will they cede and to minds much muddled

brings quiet, her army swollen like carcass foul

And lips, blood red, throat stuffed with lies

they rise and walk her bidding done

for promises of rest at last

yet ever more they search and crave

beyond the fences, the one who her love betrayed

Author: Michael

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