Grave Images, Vol. I

That aim to snag.

  An overwhelming sadness

  That dominates the soul,

  The face in the tree

  That now takes hold.

  A soft humming

  In the wind,

  And the lost voices

  That seem to blend in.

  Cries and words

  Inaudible to the ear,

  Yet a sense of evil

  That fills one with fear.

  Those responsible

  Died one by one,

  Their spirits in torment

  For what was done.

  And the unrested souls

  To the living will cling,

  And nothing but chaos

  Do they bring.

  The tree witch now is

  A popular site—

  Unless one visits

  In the dead of the night!

  Dedication

  I would like to dedicate this book to my husband, M.J. Martinez, who has always been my inspiration from the very beginning, along with my daughters, Elisabeth and Crystal. Also, in loving memory of my father and mother, “And Forever God.”

  – Annette Martinez