Book Description
for Wicked Will by Bailey Macdonald
From the Publisher
THE SHAPE WAS A MAN.
WILL GRASPED HIS LEFT ARM AND
TRIED TO HAUL HIM UP ONTO THE RIVERBANK.
THE BALD HEAD, THROWN BACK, TRAILED GRAY,
WISPY STRAGGLES OF HAIR.
THE DEAD MOUTH HUNG OPEN,
A BLACK GAP IN THE PALE BLUR OF FACE,
AND THE EYES SEEMED TO BE OPEN TOO.
EVEN IN THE DARKNESS I KNEW THAT TERRIBLE FACE,
FOR I HAD SEEN IT EARLIER THAT DAY
AS IT WRITHED IN ANGER.
IT WAS THE FACE OF OLD FARMER SPEIGHT,
AND HE WAS DEAD.
WILL GRASPED HIS LEFT ARM AND
TRIED TO HAUL HIM UP ONTO THE RIVERBANK.
THE BALD HEAD, THROWN BACK, TRAILED GRAY,
WISPY STRAGGLES OF HAIR.
THE DEAD MOUTH HUNG OPEN,
A BLACK GAP IN THE PALE BLUR OF FACE,
AND THE EYES SEEMED TO BE OPEN TOO.
EVEN IN THE DARKNESS I KNEW THAT TERRIBLE FACE,
FOR I HAD SEEN IT EARLIER THAT DAY
AS IT WRITHED IN ANGER.
IT WAS THE FACE OF OLD FARMER SPEIGHT,
AND HE WAS DEAD.
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