Hollow Shadows by Caden738
Hollow shadows you can see them creeping through the gallows
They whisper too you, and assure you, that your fears are true
They’re walking with you to the stand
Where the man who you will last stand before, stands
The shadows taunt you as you reach the man with the hidden face
The shadows reek of hatred, cry for revenge, and call out his name
They slowly start crying loud, and as the cryptic cries grew in sound, they began to run
You reach the mans hidden face, viewing up-close the fate you face
His voice is loud, tough, and proud, and echoes through his black shroud
As you approach the rope you feel cold, knowing what approaches, and facing it bold
As you climb the platform you start to tire, as your calmed by heavens choir
You stand on ground that will be taken from you soon
The rope gets tighter, and your life flashes like a lighter
You stand in front of a crowd, and the box is kicked, life is licked
You think your dying, your trying to keep alive, and wish to survive
Your trying–Then suddenly the rope is untying!
Your nightmare is unraveling, your mind has quit has traveling
Your back in your bed, relieved of said dread
And as you start to wake, you feel your heart lessen its quake
But then to your surprise
It’s been 3 days, yet no sunrise
Is this life just one of satan’s lies!
Was that rope your demise?
Your unsure, you don’t know
Then suddenly what do you hear?
What is this here?
No, it cannot be!
Shadows, ones of the type of Hallows, same ones I saw in the gallows…
This is a lost Lichen Poem.