B L A C K D E A T H
B L A C K D E A T HBy:Suji
Stretched out in the windowsill
She doth lie
Always listening to the bells
Dong
Dong
Dong
Three souls continue
In through the darkness
But were is the light?
“Bring forth your dead!
Get them rid!
Rest your head
And worry forbid….
Toss them out-
You don’t want this-
You shall do better without,
Though thou shall miss….”
The man in gray glances up
To the window in which she doth lie,
Shakes his head
And carries on by….
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“Bring forth your dead!
Get them rid!
Rest your head
And worry forbid….
Toss them out-
You don’t want this-
You shall do better without,
Though thou shall miss….”
“My dear white lady!”
He cry out
Who doth thine wait for?
Why must you batter yourself like so
Over someone who so long ago
Hath met a fate
So like thine….”
Stretched out in the windowsill
She doth lie
Always listening to the bells
Dong
Dong
Dong
Three souls continue
In through the darkness
But were is the light?
-KBJ
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