A GHOST OF NO FACE

A GHOST OF NO FACE
By Rodger Millar Munthali




Though he is faceless
It has incessantly been rumored
That his eyelids are colorless
With the nose partly punched

The legs seem to originate
From somewhere near the neck
This serves to speculate
That he has no back

He groans and moans
While conjuring with his magical charms
A series of disgusting snakes
Contemplating inhumanity

He devours human flesh
Though no mouth we eye
But rather a reddened mesh
Must be blood or a cursed dye

Anything is magically embellished
About this poor ghost
Alone and abandoned
Avoiding the dreaded ghost forest

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