In shadows deep where the dead lay,
A young woman walks, hidden from day
Her steps are silent, and her eyes blaze
Two glowing points, floating through the haze
With fingers white, she plucks at skin
From faces of people, her eyes drew in
Their features lost to her greedy hands
Hair plucked from the skin, strand by strand
Beneath the moon's haunting glow,
Skin from the faces are stretched and sewn
Into a mask she wears at day
So all suspicions are pushed away
Without these faces, her existence will end
So every night, she continues the trend
So lock your doors and make sure to hide
When she comes near, you'll see eyes glowing outside
About the Creator
Melody Hess
I have a lot I want to share with the world. I love poems, horror, and sharing opinion pieces. My favorite thing to write about is music, and I share tips from my music journey.
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