Corn Stalker Poem by soren Barrett

At the crossroads, Old Nick he met, a contract signed in blood and devil sweat
In a deal forbade, his heart he would trade for gold and the hand of a winsome maid
So quickly a year did pass, gold spent, used, abused and dead the young lass
Time came to pay the deal, in a corn field appeared Lucifer with deed and seal
He took his heart, burnt out his eyes, severed his tongue so it'd tell no lies
His dead enslaved girl sat on a post, devoured his eyes and tongue did roast
With a butcher knife his skin she peeled and left his bones in the old corn field
They say at night, when the cold breeze blows you can hear him walking through the rows
His footsteps you can hear soon after dusk, treading lightly on the dried corn husk
In the dark, under clouded skies, from dirt his bones raise, searching for a heart, tongue and eyes
A corpse, worm eaten, bloated and swollen, he searches for what from him was stolen
To any wanderer at night going past, to your eyes, heart and tongue hold fast
Inch by inch he'll rip off your skin, leaving only raw meat where it had been
For in his blindness he'll snatch organs out, planting a kernel of corn in their place to sprout
If you listen closely it is not the moaning of the wind but the groaning of a man that sinned