Knock, knock,
The cradle rocked,
"Gone forever,"
The angel said.
Tick tock,
Ticked by the clock,
The time peeled away
The hours.
And leaves flew by,
And the candles blew out.
Children ran by with their games.
And here you'll lie,
My pretty one.
Gone forever,
Quiet in death.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Perversions Bloom 'Round the Bend
ΠοίησηJust a collection of gothic poetry. If you like creepy, dark, macabre stuff, this is for you! (Title of the book is from an Opeth song. Credit to Mikael Åkerfeldt)
