10/16/06
A cold empty building
Decrepit and out of place.
A girl stared out of the window
With a cold and hard face.
Her hair was long and matted
Her skin was pale as sleet.
Her eyes held diamond hail
That silently fell to her feet.
Her hair was black as a raven
That perched on the old oak tree.
Not really living, just
Manifestation of memory.
The building was old and rundown
Apparantly no one cared.
No one cared to visit her,
Visit what wasn't there.
You didn't visit what didn't exist,
She was there day after day.
Always at the window
Though thousands of miles away.
When you called she didn't answer,
Shouted, she didn't hear.
There was nothing for her to care about
And no one to call her "dear".
Shadows moved behind her
Reflected on the wall.
Slowly moving spectres
Only she can hear their call.
Always there in spirit
Their bodies in the ground.
Never again to leave the house
When guarded by Death's hound.
So many spirits trapped there,
Until their pennance is paid.
Kept in a place between heaven and hell
Where all their deeds are weighed.
No sense of time to destroy them. With nothing time wants to steal.
Time seeks youth, carefree days of truth,
Through mortals' sorrow it gets its meal.
Some confined to the house for eternity
A pennance never tobe paid.
Exiled from their friends
And All their loved ones betrayed
