Poetry Inspired by Inktober
Corn Fields -Natasha Head- Doodled by Tashtoo (order your own print via The Tashtoo Shop ) One By the silver of full moon's light Lending her glow to darkened night Forgotten harvest through rows of corn In darkened fields, the killer's born. In shallow graves, no one to see Hides a soul's life memories Under soil, and earthen home A heart's last word, an epic poem. No golden light to guide the way, The tortured soul is trapped, must stay Roaming fields in silver light Waiting to taste its killers life. Ebony curtain, a shroud of fog Embraced by hell, no light of God When wandering soul sees she's not alone A piece of sweater, a broken bone A collection of the killer's prey Vibrant lives just snuffed away His hunger cries into the night Wandering soul prepares to fight. Two He escapes back to the day Another nightmare chased away His student's love him, he's their man Born to teach like no one can By day he is a man of means A man of God or so it seems
