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