Shepperd Bay Boys~FormForAll~dVersePoets

Resharing with FormForAll at dVersePoets where Gay is presenting some wonderful poetic forms for us to play with.  

Shepperd Bay Boys

There is a town called Shepperd Bay

It's where all bad boys go

It's in the woods past Livingston

 Where fierce winds do blow.

The walls are cold and food is poor

There's punishment and fear

It's evil in its purest form

Though bibles are kept near

The boys are poor and come from homes

Where families are lost

They did their best to keep them fed

But misconstrued the cost.

They get locked up right after supp

And get told sordid tales

of devils growing in their blood

Deafened by demons' wails

They've all been branded by the cloth

And devils they've been named

For their strength and families fed

A must, but they've been shamed

The warden walks dark halls at night

And tells them how they've sinned

With fevered prayers and wrongs confessed

They can be born again.

They work them on the grounds till dark

Then they're back up at dawn

There's is a tale of misfortune

A sad and lonely song.

There is a town called Shepperd Bay

It's where few good boys are

Forgotten boys of poor bloodline

Will forever wear her scars.

2011 Natasha Head