The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry

The End

Green grass, reach for those stars

Shining above, rippling on black tar

So lovely, full of might

Hoping to one day soar like a yellow kite

Hair as dark as rotten pears

A voice as sharp as jagged shears

Skin mottled and bony white

It dances around the warmth of light

Green grass, fly away

Keep this wicked darkness at bay

With eyes as deep as the darkest nights

Or yours won't open at first light

Don't worry, don't fray

Here in your bed you lay

It comes to claim us all

And one day, you will hear its dreadful call