The Red of Murder

An old school house, the road we took each day, where the grade school child plays

Over the bridge, a ghost like figure of a woman, tries to worn, by calling out, not to go across this path

If you cross the bridge, further down, the road, no longer dusty, but filled with stalk like weeds, you can hardly see

The path that leads to a river, the one where, the snake like creature, is said to breathe life

It waits until midnight, and the moon, must be just right, the water becomes a mirror of the devil

The one below, you can not see, some fellows, about one hundred years ago, were fishing

Never to come back, one of the fellows, stayed on bank, and since, has went insane

He once barely could tell the story, of the mamed, horrible attack, the necks were cracked

The nails embedded in the rafts of the boat, their arms detached, then the swim attack

The water turned red black dark, curdling horror, it was more torture than any man should see

The river was closed, no one could enter, no remains were ever found, though it is said

That at midnight each month, a full moon, howling wolves, crying coyotes, screaching owls

The throbbing frog, the river rats running, the snake devil in the waters, breathe, the eyes blood red glare

The old school house up on the hill, is abandoned, the people of the town moved away

This evil under waters, just might be deceiving at that, for the men that were slayed, that long ago evening

Were very, very bad fellows, they took the children on trips, and some never returned

Maybe the moral of this story, is that, what goes around, comes around, just be careful

Watch your back, an eye for an eye, may seem a wrong punishment, but the red of the murder, the taming of the wild

This may be a mere appetizer, for the despicable things, that we can not see happening, only in the loss of a child, just playing

No one can find, the red of murder, might return, listen for the voice of the mother who weeps and warns for her baby