Grimalkin (part one), Apterous (part two)

This poem is in two parts. There is a slight time jump inbetween them, it's about half an hour, which is the reason that I split it up. If the word apterous confuses you, it means Wingless. Grimalkin (Part one) Wiry grey hair adorns my head Glistening in the winters frozen dew They call me Grimalkin simply because I appear dead Dead yet my bones remain as durable as the wood of yew My skin has long since sunk My amber eyes have become hauntingly wise I have forever locked away my lives hoards in a secret trunk My hatred can travel farther then the skies I fear you have come to the wrong conclusion I am no longer living, as you might suspect Yes I am dead; I float in the eternal illusion All pulse from my veins you can no longer detect So do not cogitate on these words As though they were verse spreading from blood filled lips No, mine were pecked away long ago by vulture like birds Not long after I received deaths kiss It was never they way I wished to go But I had already lived an arduous life I had no clue as I walked with my archaic smile, through the snow My blood would only moments later spill from a gleaming knife They call me grimalkin because I appear so When I come to walk the earth on a midsummer’s eve Oh but the truth they shall never know So for now we shalt just let them believe I must leave you now with only these words spoken In hope that my bones will no longer rot in the cavern below Recover my remains and you shall receive a token More real then these words briefly spoken Signed, Lady Grimalkin. Apterous (Part two) I watch as you descend into the ever darkness you have but one twinkling ball of light Farther I urge you on, until we reach the cave that is farthest Decomposing flesh you are greeted with in sight Groundnuts cross and twist though my bones My eyeholes, bleached white with darkness, stare out; empty Black blood lies in pools, becoming maggots’ homes With just one look you let your stomach empty Swaying from mead and ardent spirits you are You bend precautiously over my remains, never knowing Suddenly you’re floating, outside among the stars With no human body your spirit is glowing This is your reward for believing a Grimalkin A shrewish old woman, only knowing revenge Nothing has changed in my heart since now and then Now I still wish for empty revenge Do not judge my twisted soul I was made by those of the living Just like me this was not the way you wanted to go But to the lord of darkness there must be giving I shall strike again, do not think you are my only For I have killed others before So do not think you were the only Who received this token for listening to my lore Signed, Lady Grimalkin.