She's a demon with red glowing blood shot eye's If you catch a glimpse you'll want to die There is a fire that reside deep inside Smoke just rolls from up from her lips and nose And setting on her shoulders is the blackest crows In her hands she carries the deadest rose She always lays it on the stoop Of the nexts victim that she's gonna scoop Everyday she gets more wise By feeding on the children's cries For wisdom God did forsake For once upon a time she was just a snake But she grew into human form to make us quake But with the wailing and sorrow she inflicts Her knowledge grows and children is what she picks For their innocents is so pure It leaves them with scars that for the rest of their lifes they must endure And leaves them marked there is no cure Her scars leave them shining like a beacon And on their souls the other demons will be eaten
I was given a challenge to write a poem using the thought of getting wise from feeding on children's cries.