[Darksheare]

OOh oooh! I got '369!' I get a number too!
And now for something Edgar Allen Poe-ish.
A joint work by my sister and myself:

Funeral March

The night has come, the leaves have fallen
And amid the ashes of what once was, I stand
Staring at the glow-worm sparks of my pyre
My heart is aching, nay is breaking for the love I'd lost but never found
There in the dark I weep, my tears fall to the ground
There is a soft wind around, picking leaves up at my feet
Such silence, such emptiness, not even a heart beat
A broken heart that beats no more
I hide myself behind a mask, a smiling mask
Always... always
...nevermore...

[habs4ever]

And this is one of your more happy compositions!!You're a breath of fresh air to all this gloom ;-)

[Kathleen]

Hi Darksheare, good to see you again.

[lodwick]

Good job with Funeral March - nevermore is a nice touch to a moving poem. Keep at it Darks.

Grab yourself a throat lozenge and a model.