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this is what is left
a gaping hole
a twisted, bent board
and memories of
my darling nevermore
it started out as idle chat
telling tall stories round the campfire
each one trying to claim the best tale
the one which would set our teeth
to chattering
most of 'em we'd heard
the monster on top of the car
werewolf's and hell's dungeons
we laughed
rather than shrieked
the tales were so often related
but someone told
a tale designed to catch our fancy
about the old Moss place
and the hidden treasure
the Old Moss place
deserted and miles from town
was spoken about with whispery voices
strange were the Moss'
didn't socialize with townsfolk
or us with them
happened three years ago
gunplay
knifes flashing
pistol shots and the boom of a 12-gauge
everybody dead
that's when folks began to talk
about the treasure
my darling nevermore
spoke up
said she knew where the treasure was
we all laughed
so did she
good naturedly
after everybody left she said
she wasn't kidding
said she knew where the treasure was
said her crazy uncle Bob
told her
let's go I said laughingly
she nodded and struck off into the night air
I followed
didn't know what else to do
besides she was my darling nevermore
moon was high and pale
giving us light to dig by
she giggled
said we don't have to dig
we gonna be rich
come on she said and struck out for the house
there it is she said
pointing to the porch where a board was loose
she lay on her stomach
pulled the board up
and stuck her arm underneath the porch
through that hole
I feel it, she said just before she screamed
jumped up
an ugly water moccasin attached to her jugular
I jerked the snake by its tail
yanked it off her neck
when it came loose
took most of my darling nevermore's throat
with it
she died without a sound
I picked her up
walked into Panther Woods
buried her deep
never left the woods
people only get fleeting glimpses of me
don't know who I am
they call me the ghost of Panther Woods
as I watch over
my darling nevermore

[This message has been edited by JerryPat (01-23-2011 10:18 PM).]

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