It was All Hallows Eve
And she was all alone
Shadows surrounded her
One single candle burning
All around her
Voices whispered
Or so she thought
At All Hallows Eve
Her senses were
So much more
Alert it seemed
Did she hear footsteps
Or was that her
Imagination
O was All Hallows Eve
Already in the past
So she thought when suddenly
Something brushed by her skin
She cried out in fright
The voices buzzed in her head
Or did they?
On this All Hallows Eve
A young woman was
Scared to her death
And became as one
With the voices
She didn't want to understand
Voices of her own past
© KH
Een gedicht dat ik een aantal jaren geleden geschreven heb, plaats ik graag nog een keer omdat het vanavond Allerheiligen-avond is.
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