For the longest time the child had gathered bones and dead insects.
Body parts she cut from animals so she could learn how they worked .
Not dead animals the organs had to be alive and pumping
Warm and growing, breathing , flowing.
It had started with a bone collection but she had needed to have more knowledge.
She gathered spiders and insects from the hedge .
Soon cats and dogs went missing , they’d disappear?
Her mother shut her eyes to what she guessed, keeping silent her fear.
The child spent less and less time at home
She preferred to be in the woods foraging on her own.
Then the odd baby disappeared from it’s cot
The need for learning was all that mattered to the swot.
One day she was gone, she did not return home
The child had decided it was time to roam.
With necklaces of eyes and ears and trinkets made of bone
She traveled the word her skills to practice and hone.
Lock your windows , close your doors
She is out there crossing fields and moors
She is bigger now and stronger
Only harvests what she needs, keeps her donors alive longer
What made the child want to kill this way
The thirst for knowledge one might say.
Or maybe pure evil invaded her whole
She was such a beauty in body but not in soul.
Beware when out on day or night
Beware those eyes so angelic a sight .
Run from the clink of bone and tooth
She will not spare you and that is the truth!