"Ring-a-round the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,"
Canopy of gold
Bark brittle and cold
Under the birch in spring
Can you hear the children sing,
"Ashes! Ashes!
We'll all tumble down."
Decay so moist and soft
Crape leaves all aloft
One to tumble down
Two will surely drown
"Ring-a-round the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,"
Tenuous wind grows
Leaves thrown to and fro
Long shadows from the sun that set too soon
An uninvited call to the moon
"Ashes! Ashes!
We'll all tumble down."
Black beasts call their names
They all fall to the same
Unholy dark ground
With not another sound
"Ring-a-round the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,"
Back into the earth
Forgotten all they're worth
Winter's freeze to remove the sign
Skin to ash, the world's final crime
"Ashes! Ashes!
We've all tumbled down."
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To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
