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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2178684
A quick poem I have written, please leave a review .
Deep in the dark
in the pit of despair
there are children with ribbons and bows in their hair

deep in the dark
in the place most dont go
their is the giggling of enfants
where are they? No one knows.

Deep in the dark
in a place with no light
their is singing and dancing
joy to great heights

So how did they get here
the children that play
without light or sunshine
or a warm house to stay

they must have such fun
no rules to follow
little do you realise
Their eyes which are hollow

Little do you see
the holes in their chest
the blood on their shirt
each dressed in sunday best

But dont get me wrong
some look ever so smart
dressed in such refinery
minus the heart

But then again, they should.
As you see, dear reader,
they are dressed to last,
to meet our great leader

brushed with powder,
and gripping some flowers
like a fairy tale princess,
from great tall towers

But not all were so lucky
not all so well kept
not all were so peaceful
to leave whilst they slept

some taken at force
against their will
to walk down the light
like a bottomless hill

in fact their was a tale
of beautiful despair
about a wicked old lady
with a wicked old lair

she'd lead children away
and before they knew it
they two were forced
onto a new path seen fit

but you see, dear reader
some avoided the light
some ran far away
deep into the night

but the night is dark
and horrors await
so they hide in a patch
too far from the gates

its dark, and they like it
no monsters to fear
but other boys and girls
also lurk near

so they stay together
and wish for the day to dawn
who's gonna tell them?
their souls will be torn.


so maybe now you see,

little susies singed hair

or her burnt ribbon ties
A thought she cant bear


So they continoue to play

and wait for morning

As the church bells ring

listen for the pities and cries

of the pure angels mourning.



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