Funeral GreyA Poem by Keko-MekoWhen I see things.A skeleton stood in front of me today, complete with a cane and wings. Those eyes withheld a funeral grey, his lips sown with strings. He spoke one word of sorrow, as he stood naked in the cold. Hinted of a wasted tomorrow, of this alone he foretold. Protracted fingers extended forever, inviting me to a world of stars. Vaguely I realized I tried to endeavour, what was his and what was ours. Tonight I may think of his world of slate, and dream of our fate.
© 2013 Keko-MekoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKeko-MekoLancaster, PAAboutI'm a junior in high school who enjoys writing and drawing in my free time. I mainly enjoy writing : - Fantasy - Fiction - Dark Romance My name is Kess, I'm a female, and I'm 16. more..Writing
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