They hear her crying And Crimson tears rolled her cheek Yes she was a woman No "A goddess" was what they called her, Married at 14 she had woven a dream, But of a bliss not of a sacrifice, Yet she was slaughtered Infront of the Lucifer, A young girl was immolated For the sake of male child's fortune. And now she Cry in that no moon night, Thirsty for avenging the uxoricide. Here is the final Prompt for today's challenge 💀 Collab on this Image Prompt and write a horror value mix and scare the hell out of everyone Try writing a poem and give your final entry! Use the hashtag #scwomensday to let us discover your tales 🎃 #spookiansclub #horror #poetry #horrorpoem #womensday #scimageprompt #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Spookians Club
