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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Apr 20 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.20.20.47.15565]] |
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The demon lurked in the broken ground Waiting for the sweet sweet sound Of living flesh on hoof or belly He'd scoff them up like PB and jelly For centuries he lived happily there And captured all with his clever snare Til warrior brave one day got lost And into battle they were tossed For days they fought with tooth and nail The skies opened with rain and hail First one up and then the other What a fight, I'll tell ya brother Our warrior brave withstood the fire By bathing in the mud and mire His arrows finally felled the beast But mortally wounded, bloodied breast He fell beside the demons head And singing victory he was dead And now this place where nothing grows A tourist trap, near spring that flows Water rained four thousand years Ago and heated as it nears The surface of the Arkansas soil Very hot, not quite a boil But seldom does a brave man dare At night to hell's half acre's snare For it is said that grown men weep And women and children die in sleep The demons evil legacy reamins And warrior's spilt blood still stains This barren tract where nothing grows But still is one says she knows She challenged me to meet her there Said sleep with me, I'll curl your hair If ever evil can be beat Then you and I on this night meet With love and kindness cure this place Just touch your fingers to my face How can evil live and thrive When our sweet love is so alive While fools and cowards oft may go Where brave men fear to tread I fear my sweet I must say no Cause I don't want to be dead For the 'real' story, see http://www.casprquest.com/hauntedar.htm |