A girl with flawless, ivory skin walked up to a cold cement stone that was in the shape of a cross. She sat down in the dying, brown grass and pulled out her black, skull pen and black, leather bound notebook. She immediately started writing down what popped into her head.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where I told you to run,
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of hope,
Side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where I told you to run,
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree....
The girl placed her notebook back into her bag and as she got up, she turned her head to the direction of the tree behind her.
"Goodbye, My love..."
~Fin~
Don't kill me! I haven't seen Mockingbird Pt. 1 yet but I plan to. Hope you enjoyed my small Drabble.
~Yours Truly
