Sally Carter's GraveWalk into the wood line in back of the church and take the pathway if you’re so brave; But you best beware if you mean to look for Sally Carter’s grave.Sally Carter's Grave
The hairs will stand up on the back of your head as the tree branches beckon you near. And the wind will wax cold as the kiss of the dead. Something is watching you dear!
You see shadows that move when you’re looking away. You hear footsteps that come up behind. Then you swear you hear somebody whisper your name. You'll pray you're losing your mind.
So if you get to her stone take a good look around.
Mary BibbSmoothly weathered marble door so cool against my cheek if only the sleeper locked within could find a voice to speak.Mary Bibb
A honeysuckle flavored breeze spreads dogwood’s milky bloom like a maiden’s wedding table
in the courtyard of your tomb.
Mary’s mamma raised her up to be a statesman’s bride. Taught to beguile with just a smile and bear her wealth with pride.
Nanny was brought up to the house when Mary was born a week. Nanny’s brood remained behind in the shanty by the creek.
Mary’s daddy arranged a match with the
BettyI adore your shiny, raven hair, the way it frames your skin. The selfish pout of your tulip mouth;Betty
the soft curve of your chin.
What’s a special, china doll like you, with dreams so squeaky clean doing so darn far from home
in a town that’s so damn mean?
In Hollywoodland, you understand,
the stars are just painted on. She’s cashing all her war bonds in
and her boys are all back home.
You come `round here each evening searching for much greener grass. For guys that ask few questions; but still treat you with class.
In
The Death Of Abdul AlhazredIn the Valley of the Kings beneath an unforgiving sky a bent and shuffling figure searched out a place to die.The Death Of Abdul Alhazred
His lips were cracked and bleeding. A fever gripped his mind. He crossed the wadi yesterday leaving all he’d known behind.
His dark eyes glared in madness. The hot wind whipped his sleeves. Across his chest his fingers clutched a skin of paryrus leaves.
In the calm between his visions when some thoughts might be his own he remembered what had led him here to the edge of all that’s known.
Wise Counsel he was called one time; in a life before this other.
Sally
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