As the rain poured on my head
I prepared the funeral bed
Ready to accept the role
Of watching over this poor soul
And honoring the newly dead
Lack of blood is what they said
Had given death the chance to wed
But I knew the secret goal
As the rain poured
I left the body there, outspread
And watched their eyes slowly turn red
I then secured the blood-filled bowl
For transformation takes a toll
And even monsters must be fed
As the rain poured
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Published by Erynn Crittenden
In love with the written word, Erynn pursued her passion and graduated from NSU with a degree in Creative Writing in the fall of 2019. Now, she spends her time writing for her website, working as a part-time copywriter, and enjoying the challenges of being a stay-at-home mother.
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