This Is A Story One Cold Hallowseve - Poem by Ron Farmer
This is a story you wouldn't belive
This is a story one cold hallowseve
There was lovers who bathed in the light.
Soon there was no other, soon was the night.
This was a night with a life for a gift.
Such a sight i'd never forget.
Walking alone THe darkness It came.
then with dark soon came the rain.
Consuming it all. Yet I was the same.
In the darkness a smile shined.
Such a smile was quite the rare find.
I walked and it cried.
It wanted a taste.
But what a pretty a smile
such a pity too waste.
This is a story you wouldn't belive.
I wanted to run I wanted to leave.
Such a night a terrible fright
THen with a flicker there was the light
There was a mirror.
There stood I with a grin ear to ear.
Sadness soon was more then my darnkess.
Saddness was soon a girl found heartless.
I laughed and I laughed.
Until She drew her last breth.
I laughed and then, there was nothing left
but a story you wouldn't belive.
There was a girl was a girl alone one hallowseve.
KInda lost my orignal angle but it seemed ok :)
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