Hangmen of Reality

I was ever so enquiringly pondering

As I awoken near drifty dusk

Thoughts bellows in like shifting grave clouds

The innate traverse to school shuffled on

Somber eyes gazed away at a hidden veil

 

I sauntered up the splintered solitary stones

And passed though pale slabs called gates

Jadedly, I stumbled to class

As the boisterous squeal of a bell resonated

The professor started her daily habit

Lecturing things I pondered long ago

But I inscribed them, with my freckled quibbler

Author's Note

Written whenever I was younger, it resembles Edgar Allen Poe's work somewhat.