Deserted Poem by Hermione Femalton
Deserted
The empty room is silent,
Silent, cold and dark,
The washed out yellow beam
As the torch-light makes its mark.
the wind is howling through;
rattling the beams,
In the light of darkness:
Things aren't what they seem.
Only torch-light sees,
The ancient, fading text.
Only torch-light knows,
What will happen next.
Sept 2008
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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