To: bentfeather; radu
I wander the forested trail
stalking leaf covered paths unseen
Haunted by her voice and face
whispered words as from a dream
A drifting shadow in the night
mist outside it's boundary
Back to my halls once more
footfall echo'd darkened corridors
A dark repose is my keep
no quiet refrain in my cursed sleep
Even as I wander paths unseen
the leaf littered forest scene
Her face and voice haunt my dreams
and only I am there to hear my scream
291 posted on
10/06/2003 12:11:02 PM PDT by
Darksheare
(Not everything that can be experienced can be seen.)
To: Darksheare
woo-hoo Darksheare. That's good!
292 posted on
10/06/2003 12:12:54 PM PDT by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: Darksheare
I wandered many a lonely forest trail
the wolves riding tail
and owls screeching wild
the heart of a broken child
Many a heart was worn on sleeves
broken and smashed like dried leaves
left in piles of mouldy ruin
Dusty rusty left to the winds
to haunt the minds of lonley men
and kiss the children in their sleep
Keep them safe for goodness sake...
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