In a room full of shadows
By a cracked glass window
Hiding from his sorrow
He watch from below
The familiar show
All too well does he know
The glint of steel that show
And all is done now we take a bow
Strait to the heart goes the last arrow
To burn all the sorrow
In the room of shadow
By that glass window
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by ArtIsMe
PoésieSome random poetry that I made. Some of these I used in my classes at school. Do not use with out my permission. All is made by me, so is the cover. All resemblance is coincidental.
