Dancing with the shadows
In the squally nightmare
Soaked in the silly rain
Droplets from her long tragic hair.
It grows and grows and got taller
Her tresses like the black giant scared away the children,
So, she confined herself to a shabby shapeless and windowless home.
With my hair- raising mother and a spider in chaos.
In an old damp basement, I hear a raven- Laughing and screaming with reddish glare,
Slap the door, step out in the moor
To get refreshing air-
Where children cry out,
“A Monstress!”
“A Monstress with long hair!”
Painting Courtesy: James Jebusa Shannon
