There's someone hanging in the tree
swinging there she looks at me
Her face is red
her eyes are dead
Yet still she seems to see
Her hair is waving glowing gold
watching her my blood runs cold
She starts to grin
my chills begin
The fear now has a hold
She starts to laugh a strangled sound
shaking hard I hit the ground
She whispers low
your colors show
The traitor has been found
I'm sorry I call that you have died
facing her I want to hide
I'll take the fall
I've lost it all
I'm wishing I had lied
Now she's still hanging in the tree
crying now she waits for me
Her eyes are red
her heart is dead
She can no longer see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
waiting for death. Is it? good write.