The Willow Tree

I RETURN!!! I cannot apologize enough for my absence. I went through some tough times over the last year. I've lost a job, gained a job, published two books, been invited to a Horror Con as a guest author, and found God. For the first post of my return to Blogger and the digital writing world is the below poem, written in a Poe-esque fashion. Keep an eye out for the poetry to come! It may be a bit limited at first, being as the convention is this coming weekend and I have a lot of work to get done in preparation, but I plan on getting back to a daily poem soon.

- James O. Cannon

The Willow Tree

The scene of death lay before me

Shocked, I stand in awe of what I see

The Darkest of dim lights, carried he

Who murdered that poor girl beneath the tree

T’was a tree of willow, drooping and sad to me

A sad tree because of what it saw, as I now see

The blood seeps into the ground, blood spilt by he

The faceless man who murdered beneath the willow tree.

There is no evidence, near or far, to be found by me

T’was the perfect crime, flawless as I can see

The faceless man, our killer. if a man is truly he,

Escaped with murder that night, beneath the willow tree.