Silence sheltered, came out by the night,
Sullen passages, scurried 'round like scared bird,
And past the gates of the big house, to the right,
Sat a creature,overwhelmed, by deep grief.
What was it that caused this figure's pain?
Creeping shadows revolved 'round and buried deep.
Unnamed,unholy shadows, raised up by all means.
As all of sudden the wind, also started to weep...
The solitary creature, gazed up then, the sky
And remembers all those wonderful days of old,
When children's laughters brightened the day,
And when certain things, weighted more, than gold.
Now the house is silent, so much has changed,
As the wind starts to moan,all over the dead...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005