Just a poem I wrote
Category: Blogging
Current mood:  blah

I met ye by the gallows tree,  
'Twas dark and oh so late.  
The town had had its fun with ye, 
And vented forth its hate.  
I could not bear to leave ye there, 
Despondent and alone.  
Impulsively I cut the rope,  
And took ye to my home.  
I let ye share my bed that night,  
And Kissed yer cold dead skin.  
I finally felt Id found true love,  
Don't care if its a sin.  
Yer beauty soon began to fade,  
Yer skin began to rot.  
But still my love for ye remained,  
Forsake ye, I would not.    
Yer bones are all that I have left,  
Yer skull adorns my bed.  
I think of ye obsessively, 
My princess of the dead.