Mary Grady

                  

 

The graveyard still stood in the glade by the woods,
casting shadows against the tall pines.
Last words on a stone, standing off all alone,
in a tangle of branches and vines.

“Here lies Mary Grady, not much of a lady,
shot down in her bed as she dreamed.
By a lover who scorned her, when once he adored her,
from a knife to her throat, did she bleed.

Through woods he did walk, a young woman he stalked,
as she strolled midst the graves unaware.
His heart cruel and depraved for the murder he craved,
he smiled as she knelt down in prayer.

On the grave set apart, her hand over her heart,
she wailed in lament on the stone.
At this moment the man, with a knife in his hand,
took control while she knelt all alone.

Her heart leapt in her chest as his knife slashed her breast,
her blood seeping deep ‘neath the stone.
Deep into the space Mary Grady was placed,
and she died with a sigh and a moan.

Deep within, under her, Mary Grady slowly stirred,
to an innocent’s blood, she did rise.
she then sought to avenge, crying out for revenge,
and the murderer shrieked his surprise.

Opulescent and dark, she approached the black heart,
and her eyes brimming bright with disdain.
Then she chuckled with glee as the man tried to flee,
As he thought he’d gone mad or insane.

As her spirit came near, his heart pounding with fear,
she grabbed him, her ghostly rage fierce.
“Now it’s YOUR turn.” she said, ripping hair from his head,
and his heart with her hand she did pierce.

Mary looked down at the man on the ground
satisfaction at what she had done.
Now her spirit could rest, his heart ripped from his chest,
conquering evil, she’d won.

 

 

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