It was a very simple image
of black and white
of three odd faces
that lacked two eyes.
Masked men with hands,
A woman or two,
With one finger up
Pointed to the roof.
The art work wasn't there,
or lacked to appear.
But blank eyes told a story
that I couldn't hear.
"Fear not the darkness'
Said a man in a robe,
With a scarf on his head
And his tongue in his throat.
More sinister was the being
Or the thing, I should say
With a smile to its cheeks
And skin like the day;
Missing eyes stared at me
In a peculiar way
Sending chills through the shadows
And the morning away.
In rips and rags
The baby stood tallest,
In the dim of the light
She seemed the smallest.
Smirk on her face;
The most devious grin
Her eyes gave away,
The most bloodcurdling sin.
Thus picture or portrait
The intent was there
For an infamous artist
No life to spare.
Twas a very simple image
Which eyes he removed
So the victim could not witness
And proclaim the news.
Written by: Arlana Panduleni Shikongo
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