Part of my shoot for Halloween 2015. I'm a huge fan of subtly creepy photography with a story.
Beneath the murky waters lies,
Full of dark and anguished cries,
A spirit gripped by her demise
Within her sodden grave.
With vengeance that the settlers wrought,
Boiling like the kettles broth,
Ama cooks a bloody plot.
The settlers wives will pay.
The sun has fallen from the sky.
From the swamp does Ama rise,
Her voice much like a sirens cry
Calls to the ones she craves.
One, two, three, then four
The sleepers stumble out their doors
Beckoned to the muddy shore
And to their watery graves.