29 August 2012
Her back so crooked, Her fingers so gnarled. Mouth in a grimace, And then she snarled.
Wrinkled face, Front teeth bared. Bloodshot and wide, Her eyes were scared.
Stumbles around crazily, She's not all there. Her appearance once beautiful, But now she doesn't care.
Stinky and unclean, Her short ragged breath. Her staff she shakes, Hoping to scare off death.
The Mad Old Lady • Opuss № I