Free Town

Trudging down the route,
the dark and feared one,
Cornellia saw a small angel turned demon

His white frock turned
black as his teeth

The car broke down
There is no way out but to walk....

Only that turned out to be thoughts of a second

The world had other plans,
for Nigel drove by and saw her,
opened the door to ask her in

The angel at her neck,
bared teeth to tear on flesh,
with a smile waved goodbye,

She got lucky,
for a breath;
one might say,

For she was found on the
alley the next morning,
with no breath at all.