black and hollow,these what bothers,
the changing mystery of my sleepy hollow.
here what lies, is none other than my shadow,
who sleeps and sing with old mrs.willow.
she dance with murmurs, free her soul,
and sings with felons, with the music of whimpers.
she ran and flew along with the sparrows,
but she knew none, of my conscience gallows.
up and down, she whirled with the wind,
all but her eyes, she turned in her griefs;
in a world nobody have seen or captured,
in the world nobody knew or wonder.
black as the galaxy, is all that she sees,
as she dance with the ghoul of my dreams.
black and hollow, is all that remained,
as she faded swiftly, in a twinkle of hades.
>is this really a poem? hehe well I dont know (^^) please make a comment or vote!<
