KateA Poem by Damien ThibodeauxA Southern Gothic Sonnet
Kate
There’s a beast in Robertson County wood For two-hundred years her legend’s been told At Red River Cave an entity stood Curse of revenge on the Bell family fold
Torment hath come to suffer the living “Now sayeth thy name, thou cold-hearted b***h” A voice with no form, all it was giving “Kate is my name. I am known as the witch”
In the sleepy cornfields of Tennessee There’s spells to be done before it was gone Brutal attacks the witch put on Betsy And poison was used to kill father, John
She promised return after seven years In one-hundred-seven, there’s more to fear
November 2014
© 2014 Damien ThibodeauxAuthor's Note
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Added on December 20, 2014Last Updated on December 20, 2014 AuthorDamien ThibodeauxAtlanta, GAAboutJust a poet and lyricist with a dark side. Left-Handed and Right-Minded ADD and OCD Inspired to write by Edgar Allan Poe. Hoping to rock you with a little deviance and southern gothic charm. .. more..Writing
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