In the shadow lays a witch
remembering everything like it was an itch;
pecking and clawing
wanting answers as its restoring
No one knew and kept it safe
when the darkness came;
sounds on stomping and yelling
on what the stories were telling
No secret is ever spilled
if so you will be killed;
the sound got louder
only the gift can find her
Over the years she disappears
no trace in gears;
Time after time they wonder
what the story that lay in the beyond
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Peeking Through
RandomPoems for this evening will turn down every road and deep into cracks of darkness of each battle that passes by, and how they end with knowing the knowledge and feelings.
