The Eye of Terrible
Here is a cheerful little poem I wrote about sixteenth months ago. There is nothing like a bit of blood-curdling horror and torment to inspire a poetess! There is also a little pencil sketch that goes with it, but one lovely gloomy day I will turn it into a proper charcoal drawing and publish it for everyone’s edification. Won’t that be nice?
between the jaws of death
and the eye of terrible
she howls
tears of black sorrow
he opened the door
and discovered her face
hovering like a spectre
caught between
the horns of time
aghast with tears and ravaged