The White Devil
By Spencer M.
There once lived a lady,
With tissue made of coal,
With skin made of bone,
With a heart made of stone,
With hooves instead of toes.
There once lived a lady,
Who had eyes red with paste,
Who lived in the past,
Who stretched the fabric of time,
but couldn’t make happiness last.
There once lived a lady,
Who, if there was danger, couldn’t help but to stare,
Was civil but never fair,
Who sprout horns instead of hair.
There once lived a lady,
Who would put on a cloak to catch the bus,
That manufactured a smile everyone could trust,
That lived among all of us.