No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Black Annis stalks the streets they say
Claws like knives across the stones 
Scraping
Raking 

Black Annis hunts at night they say
In tunnels black beneath the road
Lurking 
Lurching

Black Annis takes the babes they say
Reaching through the window pane
Snatching
Scratching 

Black Annis builds her bower they say
From skins of those unlucky souls 
Stretched 
Wretched 

Black Annis walks in dreams they say
Burrowed deep in that fetid abode
Waiting 
Waiting