`The Children Of The Grave`A Poem by Fran Marie3-way collaboration by Sean Addams, Fran Marie and Tina KlineThe bruised night air is a symbol of hurt A sadness awakens far beneath the unsettled dirt Through the devil’s hand cries of sorrow we couldn’t save The phantom moon calls out to the children of the grave Children’s voices and footsteps come alive then slowly disappear Parents look through empty rooms realizing their dark wounded fears Back to avenge their parents’ dirty deeds
And open wounds of sorrow as their soul bleeds
Apparitions taunting in hallways; haunting with each room
A curse of death from yon spirits, filled with hate and gloom
A ghostly presence so severe its force will not leave them alone
There for revenge with a will of their own
They returned the hurt to their parents a hundred fold Absorbing their life essence leaving them prematurely old As shriveled husks they look out of terrified eyes It’s their dead children who did this they are shocked to realize Old and feeble now in their perpetual dying shells An eternity to be trapped in their new found physical hell © 2010 Fran MarieReviews
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