Viewer beware! The following poem talks of the roleplay series the secret witch some hidden references are about death,bodies,as well as suffering. Exit this poem as it is NOT appropriate for those under 13, viewer discretion advised
Staring at the town fire that lit the sky
It was the last goodbye
All the people that are against
the ones who are
for standing in distress
The ones who covers their ears
The ones who live in fear
every day, it gets worse and worse
Someone is always first
The cry of the witch's tears are shed
It's all in the people's head
Somewhere someone is
hiding from their life
It continues every night
and love starts to fade to black
it soon becomes too late to turn back
The dark magic that became once
It continued that way for months
Deaths of those innocent
came by too soon
In the blue lit moon...
Where the bodies hung the trees
Soon it became too much to see
People carried on their days
and then there was
one who couldn't stay
The church who founded some faith
they knew it was the price to pay
When the bells rang on a Sunday
They were led, astray
A family of three
It was the spark of tragedy
A story that remained a mystery
It carried on without
No one knowing
alienated by the town
the damage was done
Their pain was unsounded
In the town that held the place together
it never changed the cold weather
The defenseless were barely alive
Suddenly, they layed and died
All the corpses that covered the dirt ground
Some were even left to drown
Where the departed had
nothing but bone,
In the place where
there is now nothing but stone
Run from the night my dear friend
I will join you again
We'll be together,soon
I'm almost, nearly to you...
-The end-
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My poetry Collection: Chapter 1 Colliding into Gracious Granted
ŞiirRating: PG-13 The poems could have strong indications and subtle hints about tragedy, depression,death and among other things that may not be suitable to audiences younger than 13. Viewer discretion advised. This is poetry I wrote from a very long...
