| This Place This year is not like previous years before It is Halloween today And no kids came knocking on the door In spite of all, alone this time around No love exists in this place Can�t see for the tears hitting the ground No carved pumpkins lit on the darkened porch No witches, ghouls or ghosts Just a broken heart left carrying the torch No glows of light in these windows Became one of the haunted houses Before Halloween and everyone knows Tragedy bespelled this place Copyright �2003 Sandra Elisabeth Johnson |
| Battle Lines In the darkness dwell whispers of disquiet that don't begin to tell of the battle lines being drawn to tear apart the soul. In the Balance of the living are the scales to judge them all. Within the scale on the right is the bliss of ignorance, and in the scale on the left is the despair felt of each instance. Where does one weigh the battle lines being drawn? When all humanity is done for then all hope will surely be gone. Copyright �2003 Sandra Elisabeth Johnson |
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