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Her eyes are green, her hair, long
brown,
She’s free tonight to ravage the
town.
She needs to eat, like you and I,
But when she feeds someone will
die.
She feeds on scum, the worst
around,
Not for the taste, so she’ll
sleep sound.
She only eats in the dead of
night,
For she cannot see the morning
light.
01/18/94
I was walking as I always do,
I was depressed and lonely too.
I was singing, there’s no one
around,
Off in the distance I heard a soft
sound.
A beautiful song, I thought
off-hand,
Sung in a language I did not
understand.
It sang in my ears, soft and
sweet,
The lady singing, I wanted to
meet.
Mesmerized, the song calls me
there,
Carried so clear through the
chilly night air.
Faster and faster, and as I grew
near,
That beautiful song was all I
could hear.
No self control, I just moved on,
Before too long, the song was
gone.
After she stopped I heard a man
scream,
Then I was in bed, was it a dream?
She doesn’t enjoy her loathsome
lifestyle,
She thinks of ending it once in a
while.
Her soul is like a beast, trapped
in a cage,
She may grow old, but she’ll
never age.
She‘ll never die from age or
disease,
Sunlight would kill her and do it
with ease.
If she’s touched with sunlight
her skin will fry,
But she’ll never do it, she’s
afraid to die.
Spokane Chronicle 01/19/94
Suicide, an accident or murder it
read,
Down by the river a man was found
dead.
There is no way to know why he had died,
But he was homeless and from the
north side.
His body was ravaged, the police
report said,
His blood was drained and removed
was his head.
No blood, no head, he can’t rest
in peace,
If you have information, contact
the police.
01/19/94
My dream was real, it can’t be
so,
How I got home, I don’t know.
I remember coming to, after a
mans’ scream,
But I’m having trouble thinking
it’s just a dream.
I still hear the song, ringing in
my head,
I read in the paper of a man found
there dead.
She may lie in bed or go out
tonight,
She recalls seeing me, she
doesn’t feel right.
This isn’t allowed, she
attracted to me,
She isn’t’ mortal, so that
cannot be.
She needs to be held, it’s been
so long,
She longs for love, is that so
wrong?
In eighteen-ninety four, true love
she tried,
But he grew old and eventually
died.
Something is wrong, now she can
see,
Her defence has fallen, she now
longs for me.
01/20/94
Alone last night, much as before,
This song I know I can’t ignore.
It rings in my head, most night
and day,
I cannot resist, it leads me
astray.
I walked alone again last night,
Just to see her beneath full moon
light.
From a nearby tower I learned the
time,
For the bells called out with a
midnight chime.
Then I heard her soft voice,
filling the air,
The song sounded different, like one of despair.
I followed the song just to find
out who sings,
And I enter a park called
Drumheller Springs.
I am so close but her voice fills
the air,
Misleading and pleasing and just
everywhere.
She stopped singing as I must have
walked by,
I searched for a bit, then I heard
her cry.
I followed the sound, by that I
could see,
That she’s curled in a ball near
the top of a tree.
She said “Go away.” sounding
sweet to my ears,
But as she spoke her eyes filled
with tears.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, to
my own surprise,
She gazed upon me with glowing
green eyes.
I asked once again, of my own
accord,
She spoke not again, I was
ignored.
AS I walked away she started to
cry,
I could help her, I wanted to try.
Spokane Chronicle 01/21/94
Brutally murdered, the headline
tonight said,
One man survived, but the other
three dead.
One drained of blood and removed
was his heart,
And the other two men, simply torn
apart.
The survivor said they were
camping out there,
A weekend away to just breathe
clean air.
When they were attacked, he
can’t recall a thing,
Last I recall, I heard someone
sing.
The police need your help, if you
want it to cease,
If you have information, contact
the police.
01/21/94
I read in the paper of the murders
today,
Where I saw her was just two miles
away.
Was she the one in the paper who
sang?
Where was the song before the bell
rang?
Should I call and report what
I’ve seen and heard?
They’d think I’m insane and
not believe a word.
Besides that I don’t even know
if I’m right,
I’ll find her and then I’ll find out tonight.
She’s inside tonight, her heart
filled with fears,
She’s thinking of me, her eyes
filled with tears.
Hurting and lonely she’ll sit
there and cry,
All the while she’ll be wanting
to die.
She now only wishes to be normal
once more,
Emotions and feelings are hard to
ignore.
01/22/94
All of last night, no sight or
sound,
I searched all night, she’s not
to be found.
I’m a little upset, I wanted to
know,
Why she sent me away and why did I
go?
Why did she cry and why does she
sing?
I must see her to learn anything.
Tonight again, I will search for
her call,
But I’m exhausted now, to sleep
I must fall.
Famished tonight, she must hunt
for prey,
She tossed and she turned, it was
a restless day.
I was in her thoughts and that
isn’t right,
For I’m a mere man and she’s
of the night.
She will live on, long after I
die,
She longs for me then she starts
to cry.
It couldn’t work out, she
repeats in her head,
He will grow old and then he’ll
be dead.
That would hurt worse, as far as
she knows,
Than feeling the pain as her love
slowly grows.
Just to be held, she longs for
that now,
She needs to be loved, she
doesn’t know how.
Spokane Chronicle 01/23/94
Sacrifice or murder, tonight’s
headline read,
In the past four days, four were
found dead.
One survivor, now found clinically
insane,
The only emotion he now feels is
pain.
He’s in the asylum, it didn’t
take long,
He would no longer speak, he kept
singing a song.
The same song he’ll sing, for
hours each day,
We don’t’ know the language
much to our dismay.
We need to find out how to get
some relief
If you have information, contact the police.
©
2005 Bernard R. La Brucherie Jr.
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