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The Man
23:59 Oct 30 2007
Times Read: 639

Standing in the Shadows,

the man who did

hang from the gallows

And then he was buried,

but his grave was shallow.



His eyes plucked out did the crows

In the past, thats where

Fond memories did show,

And then he was buried,

but his grave was not very low.



Once he did kill a friend,

In a box to his family

his body he did send.

And then he was buried,

but his life did not end.



Now the streets he does roam

wanting to go back

to his family and his home.

And before he was buried,

but now he has risen above the stone.

18:58 Oct 28 2007
Times Read: 641

I find comfort in the infinite night,

the ghouls run from me

filled with fright,

and once they run

I stand up to

kill them and be done.

Of the Widow and of the Glass.
02:07 Oct 28 2007
Times Read: 645






One in a million

i am not to be mourned for

as it is my fault

that i am no longer among you



I'll tell a story

of the the widow and of the glass.

I did love her

but love like that seldom lasts.



Began on a cold cold day

i in love with a maiden fell

and she knew not of me

from the shadows i did watch her.



And with that I have no love

for any other women

and though she does not know me

I see her every time i look into the glass



I refuse to fight this feeling

i would not if i could

this feeling i had for her

and i would not give to any one else.



One day she met a young man

whos eye caught did she

and they would marry

and children they would have three.



And then one warm warm day

there came a terrible wind

the leaves did twist and turn then

and that first child was taken by the wind.



And I did watch her mourn him,

mourn for that first born son

but she could not cry for long

for two child and one man she had.



Then one dark dark night

her second child did walk amongst the hills

and the ground did shake then

and fall upon him did those hills.



And I did watch here mourn him

mourn for her second son

but she could not cry for long

for one child and man she had.



Then one bright bright day

whilst the daughter did walk in the field

a animal wild did wander

and the girl became his next meal.



And I did watch her mourn her daughter,

she did mourn for her very last child.

And she did mourn for months to come

and the man did hold her tight

to comfort her into the night.



Then one fair fair day

her husband to town did go

he went into the tavern

to wait there for his wife.



And after 5 long long drinks

a gun out of the holster he did pull

for when mourning his children

pulled was trigger by remorse.



And I did watch her mourn him

mourn for the husband she loved

and while she did mourn for him

No one was there for her to love.



And once again i looked into that glass

and saw i did her face

I knew it was so then

I knew to her I must go.

for now she was a widow

who was empty inside i know.



And I came to her window

to watch mourn for them

and she did look up

only to see through the glass to me.



And it was many days then

that we spent amongst each other

until one lovely day

she did the courage pluck to ask.



Why did he do it?

His life he took from me.

Why is he gone now?

To the grave from remorse he did flee.

And he had no gun to end him,

whose bullet did do the terrible deed?



Then it was one solem day

that plucked the courage to tell her i did,

whose bullet it was that he did use

for out of my holster

i let him take the gun

and then he did end him

while watching the setting sun.



Then on that very same day

she did lay among the broken shards of glass

and in that very same glass

when i looked in i saw her face.



And it was then when i told her

that to kill me she should

for if i killed myself

meet her again i never would.



Then a shard of glass she did pick up,

and showed the piece to me

and i did tell her

that when she did she would be free.



And thats when she did it

she bloodied that cold glass piece

and that which i told her

did finally come to be

as i fell for the widow

through the window i did fall.



Come through that window,

her face amongst the broken shards of glass,

and though the glass is broken

knew we both did it would never last.



Her had did the color did turn black

touching the dirt and the filth

while chasing the widow

tried to take me she will.



I am reminded of the glass and of she

and though the glass did cut me

to her mind did stray

Though both did hurt me

it was she who my life did end

And even though Im dead

cried for her innocense lost I did.



Whether or not it must be

to her arms I will run if her i see

for though she ended me

it was i who told her for the best it was.

The Man
02:00 Oct 28 2007
Times Read: 647

Standing in the Shadows,

the man who did

hang from the gallows

And then he was buried,

but his grave was shallow.



His eyes plucked out did the crows

In the past, thats where

Fond memories did show,

And then he was buried,

but his grave was not very low.



Once he did kill a friend,

In a box to his family

his body he did send.

And then he was buried,

but his life did not end.



Now the streets he does roam

wanting to go back

to his family and his home.

And before he was buried,

but now he has risen above the stone.

Sandman's Dreams
01:59 Oct 28 2007
Times Read: 649

He roams up and down the streets

only to find the beggars feet,

and in the absance of the heat,

he sprinkles that to make them sleep.



Stay where you are,

Allow him to call

Nightmares that test your will and

Dreams that cause your fall.

Many do wonder what he is

Adding to the confusion that is his,

Never fear the Sandman's dreams.



He creaks up and down the stairs,

and even through the dungeon lairs.

even without the lights gleam

he sprinkle that to make you dream.



Stay where you are,

Allow him to call

Nightmares that test your will and

Dreams that cause your fall.

Many do wonder what he is,

Adding to the confusion that is his,

Never fear the Sandman's dreams.



He does reach to turn the knob

so that the door opens for the mob,

and even in the childs bed,

He sprinkles that that denies them Dread.



Stay where you are

Allow him to call

Nightmares that test your will and

Dreams that cause your fall.

Many do wonder what he is,

Adding to the confusion that is his,

Never fear, the Sandman is here.

01:27 Oct 25 2007
Times Read: 653

Why do you cry King?

Have you lost your Ring?

Or is your Queens voice gone,

for she no longer sings.

If so, then it must be so,

that the wasp's thorn no longer stings,

for the feeling covers all,

you notice not any other thing.