Grave
The rustle of dead leaves,
And the howling of winds.
The hammering of wood,
And the gate creaks.

The occasional moan,
And the drippity-drip.
The lights flickered,
And all else blinks.

The gate creaks,
As you turn to leave.
The rustle of leaves,
And the howling of winds.

Camillia


Well,hey guys.Havent been posting for quite sometime.Not a block but cos i cant scan.I actually drew this poem too.Well...This was 2 months ago i think.Well...Hope you guys enjoy den.