Children Of The NightA Poem by Tina KlineThis is a collaboration with Sean M. Addams and Fran Marie.The 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 to 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 Tina KlineAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on August 16, 2010 Last Updated on August 16, 2010 Tags: ghosts, child abuse, revenge AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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