Sin Stew Poem by April Swan

A child cringes in the corner
Fate has came and called home for a horror
A man to who wicked grew
Has come to do what
The devil will choose
Lurking dark seeps on through
For a hunter's thirsting devil stew
A child so innocent evil's delight
To taste and kill all in its sight
This child gasping still as a doe
But hunters found her
Shot through
She's soaked
Forever young
Life's still and choked
A devils joke
For this stew is poisoned soaked