The ultimate end — In the rotten path of life,
Scurrying away, seeking shelter
Weaving spells,
Round and round the windmill
Are they following?
Dark and full of slime
Feet stuck in the mud
Unable to move forward
Worms tickling her ankles
Scratching loudly
As mucky nails on steel
Weaving spells
Round and round the windmill
With rotten teeth
She tried to…