Where Shadows Never Fall

  Through the door to madness,
  A girl sits at her desk with open hands,
with the bulb as her witness,
On the ceiling it hangs,

While the girl sits wondering,
"What am I to do"
She hears a voice in her head mumbling,
"It's Right in front of you",

So she opens the first page of her little empty book,
and picks her favorite pen,
She writes about old fashioned dispute against the raging men,

She mesmerizes of a time of war and despair,
and with emotions that hang on,
she knows she was once there,

For these spaced memories are riddled inside her head,
She remembers seeing her body,
Her soul hovering over just to see,
that her body was dead,

As she writes she reminisces of a time she was flying in the hallows,
surrounded by spirits of all,
Lurking around where shadows never fall.

By Larna Kira Kourtis
AKA: LkSkyFlyRose
Aged 14

2014
October 11th
Saturday