A. Lee Brock

Rain turned to ice,and lightning splintered, it splicedthe black sky, it seeped a bright white.All animals they fled,from the sky as it bled,pale death that fell veiling the night.

Wrath crawled out from the well,on direction from Hell,to get back what it once lost.With vengeance in mind,it set out to find,a specified soul to accost.When the Hell-well beckoned,Mother__ will now reckoned,her dead soul now wholly enslaved.Embodied in a rotting husk,the corpse reeked of putrid musk,her being wholly depraved.

Dead tree branches rattled,the cold wind seethed, it prattled of abominations about to unfold.A lone wolf howled,the full moon it prowled,ready for evils untold.

In hundreds of years of wish fulfillment,never once to the demon__ bereavement,had a wish gone unable to be yielded.It was love this day, which defeated the curse,and there in Hell there was little worse,than the dark forces of evil gone unwielded.

Envy said, __irl, I remember well,ye, who I flung from Hell,and not a day has passed, I haven__ missedthe loss of your soul that I mourned,I__e been bereft and forlorn,for the sweet taste of your flesh I__e yet to kiss.But no worries__ygones,that__ the past__ong gone,I don__ hold a grudge, no, in no way.And though your family they did swindlemy joy of flaying ye on a spindle, I begrudge ye not a little, so let__ play.So, merely toss your token in my well,and all your dreams I will unveil,for ye alone, them I__l grant.Come closer, little Penny,your hands I know are not empty,ye have something I dreadfully want.