An Original Dark Poetry piece featuring the
tale of a thug who attempts to rob an elderly
woman and gets more than he bargained for.
An old woman hobbles by him, whispers his name
He doesn’t truly see her, she walks with a cane
An ebony cane with a stunning motif
A skull set with jewels, he can barely believe
That a woman as she, of such meagre means
Possess an object straight out of his dreams
The frail, haggard woman in a black veil and dress
Clasps this beautiful object that he must possess
He turns to pursue her and walking at speed
The cane’s calling to him, he feels a great need
To take this fine prize and to make it his own
So he chooses to rob the crooked old crone
Now right behind her and he makes a grab
For the exquisite object, he knows he must have
But turning to face him, she exhibits no fear
With her cane held aloft, all his pain disappears
The skull on the black cane now glows with white light
Eerie and eldritch, it shines in the night
Monetarily blinded, but then he sees
The shell of a body that’s slumped at his knees
The haggard old woman in a black veil and dress
Now he sees her true form, the embodiment of death
And much too late he grasps the sad truth
The ebony cane’s stolen more than his youth
It’s he who’s been robbed on this night black as coal
For the woman in a black veil has ripped out his Soul
Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright © Craig Detheridge.
2015 – 2017.