Mourning for the Souls of Discomposure
(inspired by Dante) An owl hoots and a mouse sits and cowers down in fright. An evil lurking all around the corner-Full of despite A stirring suspicion in the minds- A dread For fear has come from the dead. In the grave yard sits a tree A thousand souls long to be free. Tangled in thorn, vine, branches, and leaves Anguished torture of the evil deeds. As the howls of purgatory echo in the minds Of the innocent as they fret, A chilled wind brings thoughts untold of victimized threat. A tiny... Sign in to see full entry.