Madame Lalaurie Poem by Ima Ryma

Madame Lalaurie



Madame LaLaurie, southern belle,
In her New Orleans mansion threw
Great lavish parties known so well,
An 1830's do to do.
But one night when a fire broke out,
The locals found a horror scene,
Tortured and murdered slaves, no doubt
Proving the Madame as mad mean.
The Madame disappeared that night.
Her whereabouts were never known.
Her mansion still remains a fright
For passersby walking alone.

From the mansion sometimes there seems
To come the sounds of phantom screams.

Friday, November 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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