The Evil

Whenever I try to remember my past,

Time reminds of that haunted day.

When there was nothing like slow and fast,

And I was standing all alone on that way.

I was red and blue with all the terror around me,

With someone's shrill cries to hear.

It was only darkness till I could see,

And I was terrible with the bloody fear.

I saw a woman standing behind the tree,

With a wicked smile on her face.

In the air her hands were free,

With a blunted ghastly trace.

She came nearer to me,

Closer and closer!

Her face was full of scars as I could see,

And a bit appearance of a bloody grocer.

I tried to run away,

But she was full of powers.

She caught me at way,

With all the ghastly and bloody showers.

I was dead,

But still alive in dreams.

With a terrible appearance of a bloody head,

Who shouts for her right with cries and screams.