The Haunted Traveler December 2017 Edition

37
The Woman From Below
As the ship lurched in its wooden flight
I swallowed an ungodly sound
A being in this red mooned night
Was howling to be found
It screeched and scratched
Deep below the deck
Munched and gnashed
The crew was soon up to check
“Cap’n what was that growl
Deep in the ocean far below
Where the devil wears his cowl
And forgotten corpses flow”
The sailor was pulled by the arm
Into the pitch black night
None saw the beast or the harm
Of the poor sailors plight
“Get back below
May it not feast?
On men who know
That this she-devil lives as a beast”
The last they saw beneath their covers
Was the rising waters
And the woman’s crying face who smothers
The sailors who she slaughters.
—Jordan Faunt