The Sand Man
She could never get her hair to stay,
Even curled and covered in spray.
Yet now it's stuck and clings in waves,
Hidden deathly shallow graves.
Blood like wax holds lashes down,
Deathly beauty hides her frown,
Her sadness gone, her fear too,
Her twisted leg and broken shoe.
The chase was over, her killer won,
Smashed her face in, just for fun,
He posed her body rose in hand,
Filled her mouth with golden sand.
The killer knelt and touched her face,
His deathly princess filled with grace.
He bent to kiss his bloody prize,
Death ensures love never dies.
Robert Mann
Thu 15th Jun 2017 19:49
Louise - I've tried something similar:
https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=54112
I think this subject is fertile for poetry and I like your piece, although I think it should be re-edited or polished up. Always available to help if needed.
Rob