SCARECROW

You'll want to avoid meeting the straw-man on the other side

If you're not sure, then here is my reason why

Foul breath from piercing needles through a parched lung

Weezing whispering tones slow speaking in tongue

"All have mourned you as a Jekyll though you've lived as a Hyde

You've been blessed to have lived, and to my privilege, you have died

Sour tears of grey are forgotten after the grave

I welcome you kindly now to my wheatfield enclave”

Burlap tethered, burning your chained soul by thread

Bridle husk choking your screams on weights of led

Nightmare scares off all hope long after your dead

Trapping others from endless sleep in their Burial bed

Scarer harvests your soul away from life deathly foe

Now being part forevermore, the artful Scarecrow

-maurice

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