Haunting

Empty is the craddle

That still rocks along

No one plays the instrument

But continues the song

Empty are the shoes on the ground

That leave a trail behind

Empty not is the casket

Without a sound mind

And now comes the soul

Without a body at hand

It can hear children laugh

And continue to play in the sand

Now it comes for them,

And in anger it grew bigger then before

They hear they hear the shallow breaths

as it creeps behind their door

It took them by hand

Bringing them with it

The adults hear the crying

But take it as a fit

Once the silence came

The adults began to worry

They called for the children

Then ran to them in a hurry

They saw the darkness and screamed

But now only silence can be heard

Nothing, not the sway of the trees

Or the chirps of a bird