Fiction

I found you by the railroad
Where you laid with my [?]
Would have been greener
Without those leaves
Covered your legs
And the latter
I have prayed
Hadn't yet recieved
In the slumped frame your pale face
The devil is still staring
At the fire it roars
It grows to cover up your gaze
I know it wasn't you who strayed

Stop right where you are
Here is that mother's daughter
We know what you've done
We've come to hang the traitor