Story of Memories

Shadows creep and crawl,
Down the dusty hall,
Like the chasing of the fall,
From the tiger's claw.

Through pink glass I see,
Evil, as it still seems to be,
Spread out from sea to sea,
With my angel chasing after me.

For you I will always be;
But I will not have the chance to see,
The Godmother gently sing,
While I find the golden key.

For down the road far away,
My soul will go to death to stay,
And I will have no word to say,
On my judgement day.

Reviews

[ravenjess]

Ooh, cool!I love all the different directions this poem takes and its still talking about the same subject. intresting!

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of topics came alive in this poem. Shadows, angel, Godmothers and death. Life is a long ride. I believe we must do our best and hope we end up in the right place. Thank you for sharing a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

Another excellent rhyming poem. You're quite good at this! :-)