Rosemary's Daughter

Rosemary's daughter had a tunnel in her shed

With each passing day, she felt its dread

Voices and whispers from someone ahead

Daring to be alive, scaring her to death.

And each passing dawn, her farm gets smaller

Goats, cows and dogs with no collar

Carcasses ahead with heaps of slaughter

Slowly inching towards Rosemary's daughter.

All the townsfolks, oblivious to her despair

Citing lunacy, every concern goes nowhere

A girl crying wolf even when it's actually there

Drifting from reality, tormented beyond repair.

Rosemary's daughter never knew what it was

Claw strikes and bite marks, all just because

Blood spatters like rain, a mere faux pas

Her own horror flick, a monster without a cause.

Trapped in her own mind, shadows began to creak

Screaming her name is a voice so bleak

Insanity took hold, a town-wide freak

Rosemary's Daughter never dared to speak.

Years went by, she was now all alone

Her farm disappeared, her plants overgrown

Head in her lap, by the corner she was stoned Rosemary's daughter, in the tunnel she was thrown.

By: Arman Yusuf