I woke from a dream
when I heard a scream
where it echoed in my head
I became the host to the local ghost
and the voices of the dead
One has to admire my passion and fire
takes you to great highs and lows
One must beware the creature of despair
watch for its eyes 'cause they glow
It's on a whim I searched for the Grimm
and then I took my last breath
Lost anxiety for society
I left holding hands with Death
where it echoed in my head
I became the host to the local ghost
and the voices of the dead
One has to admire my passion and fire
takes you to great highs and lows
One must beware the creature of despair
watch for its eyes 'cause they glow
It's on a whim I searched for the Grimm
and then I took my last breath
Lost anxiety for society
I left holding hands with Death
Copyright
© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
Triquantrain
Poem
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