Blanks
Children Screaming
Nightmares dreaming
Searching inward
For the answer
Will they find it
Can they know it?
Is it coming?
Or is it going?
Something's coming,
In the darkness.
Will they see it
Or are they heartless
Something new yet
SOmething old
It is found in hothing
And in gold
Shadowed corners
On the wall,
Hint it's presence
To us all.
Will we see it,
Or will we fall
Sometiong's coming
For us all.
©2002-2003 by Aaron Latham
