Another Brick In The Wall

The Pricker Bush

She rides the back of a great cement serpent,

As the gentle sun sets on the fertile, green desert.

She knows that she is alone,

But somewhere she hears someone moan.

She steps off the light of the winding, grey snake,

And is quickly swallowed by the withered green trees,

And the moaning gets closer still,

But she slowly starts losing her will.

Her damning curiosity had almost died,

But she decides to push on just a little while more,

As the serpent still held tight,

Lit by a hundred lamps’ light.

A suffocating clearing emerged in the trees,

Where a bush stands armed with sharp prickers and vines,

The girl just stares with strained eyes,

As the bush waits idly by.

The bush kindly whispers to come over closer,

And sample from his sweet offering of berries,

So now she begins to advance,

She decides to give it a chance.

A scream is lost in a deluge of death,

For a vine reached out and pulled her in closer.

She tries to fight it, in vain,

But it just causes her more pain.

After decades of seconds, a carcass is released,

But a hollow shell of what it used to be,

As the serpent, the color of tombs,

Readies another girl for her doom.