MICHAEL'S WAY

MICHAEL'S WAY

Revenge is sweet, the old woman cackled,
as she unhooked the poor man shackeled
and dragged him up to the hanging tree
where he could watch and dangle free.

The road sign painted over in blood red,
a warning to all who might dare to tread
announced that this was MICHAEL'S WAY
and that he was bound to return someday.

She stood back laughing with eerie glee
as she thought up images and sorcery,
among the fake gravestones near his feet
the night winds shivered in their defeat.

Snakes slithered in the slimy wet grass
waiting for some innocent souls to pass
and the footsteps of a roaming beast
drooling for the guilty on which to feast.

Red hair swirling around in a cooking pot,
demonic laughter on what was caught;
a sprinkle of garlic, a few dead toads,
anything that traveled on the dark roads.

Ghostly sounds from the darkened home,
eyes that were opened to the not alone
in horror gazed upon the gristly scene;
she was quite mad, and very, very mean.

Gleaming skulls adorn the pathway there
to light the way for those who would dare
venture close enough to look and see
If that was really HIM or a sick fantasy.

Come close and join the wretched remain
of a woman who's gone completely insane;
for those who wronged him must pay
if they dare to travel on MICHAEL'S WAY!

Countrymom
10/18/06

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