The Freak Parade
By: Kail Pooler, Age 14.
The snow falls, the wind breaks,
Setting loose a flurry of fiery flakes.
The darkness calls, the evil stares,
It should mater but I just don't care.
The leaves descend, the air is cold,
Taking away my heart of gold.
The Lord cries out, gives me a chance,
I should think but I'm in a trance.
My soul has left, my heart has died,
All that is left to do is cry.
My chance has withered, dead and decayed,
And now I join the Freak Parade.
