Rev. Warlock DRACONIS BLACKTHORNE (dblackthorne) wrote,

The Swing...

The Swing
By Draconis Blackthorne

I see an empty swing blowing in the wind
With a squeak and a creek
A remnant of a bygone time...

I hear a faint song floating in the breeze
A distant echo in the mind
A tune long forgotten by the world...

The sickly scent of flowers
Lingers in the air
When something caught My eye in the mist...

I see a little girl upon the rusty swing
Rocking back and forth
Smiling and care-free
With a doll that looks just like her...

I found that doll one day
While searching in the attic
And placed her on that swing...

Now every time the wind blows
Rocking back and forth
I hear that song again
And the distant sound of laughter...

Tags: black heart poetry, poetry

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