Posted in Poems

517

A boy ran
From a ghost so gay
A man lay
With a heart so gray
The ghost tore
His heart away
Without abating
A love that will say
“My heart is needed
In every way
How shall I marry?
Or live another day?”
And so if you
Want to avoid this fate
Then do not forget
A rotate heart
Creates a rift
In time and space
But if you have forgotten
His way today
Then fear his eyes
His claws
His name

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