A spear to the throat to the innocent

Young girl in her dirty sundress that

Has been a sign of her poverty, she

Runs after me with her hillbilly family

Right behind. 

There falter was her demise, bleeding

Out from the neck she cries: “Oh No

This death is going to hurt” as she

Stands with the stone to her esophagus.

Her Kin fleeing away at the sign of 

Mine, their backbones have no where

To show and they are off again leaving

The child to die. 

She lay to the ground and with clear 

Words she says: this death no longer

Hurts” with a wide smile across her 

Face as she slowly is passing away.

Brought down by my hand in the 

Attempt to flee what really meant 

No danger to me, she came at me with

Possy behind her, ready to kill me 

And my brother.

A sight I have never seen in any of

My dreams, the brutal awakening to

Her mortal ending, hillbilly girl 

Who lived down the river, destroyed

By disturbance in her waters.