Her toes just barely brush the woodland floor,
Of the gallows that would only sing once more.
For now that she's hanging her lover must go,
He's lead on with the executioner in tow.
Their only crime and conviction was passion,
That they expressed in such ostentatious fashion.
I guess this was more than enough to condemn,
These lovers two lovers that started out as friends.
One after the other people came to see,
Both kids were hanged from the branch of that tree.
Long after they were laid to rest some say,
Their ghosts linger there still in the light of day.
And you can still see them lost in a kiss,
Their lustful manner even death couldn't miss.












Comments
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-I am the heavy wind the brings the storm; the gentle wind that strokes your tears; the steady wind that carries your sails...the calm wind that lifts your wings.
-Belief yields.
-Warning: I'm a terrible visual artist, save maybe photography.
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God never give us more than we can handle, but I think he assumes I'm stronger than what I really am.
Other than that, its rather mushy yet well done. Great job!
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Interested in taking down that drug-dealing Trix Rabbit? Note me: ~Blind-Prophet
=Hogwarts-Castle <--Cool stuffs.
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God never give us more than we can handle, but I think he assumes I'm stronger than what I really am.
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-Albert, Good luck exploring the infinite abyss.
-Hey, You too.
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God never give us more than we can handle, but I think he assumes I'm stronger than what I really am.
--
Interested in taking down that drug-dealing Trix Rabbit? Note me: ~Blind-Prophet
=Hogwarts-Castle <--Cool stuffs.
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-Albert, Good luck exploring the infinite abyss.
-Hey, You too.
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