"Devil's Corner" (A Poem)
Walking down to devils corner
Picking plums along the way
Just walking; us two holding hands
Not really knowing what to say
Walking down to devils corner
The queen is painting her hearts red
Though she has men to do it for her
If painted wrong they're dead
Walking down to devils corner
Chesnuts falling on our minds
But not our heads ha! Oh don't bother
Leave your fickle thoughts behind
Walking down to devils corner
Mockinjays sing, we chirp the tune
But our palms are getting kind of sweaty
Damn I hope we get there soon
By: Ellie Barnes
