Twin sounds, a silent beating.

Will it hurt to sleep tonight?

How they whisper ever so softly,

The darkness damp and tight.

Dare I venture into the overgrown playgrounds?

On wooden swings, she draws no breath.

Angels rest in shallow graces,

For reapers shed no tears for death.

The moon's solitude, flickering.

Do I still forget to dream?

In reply the night sighed softly,

The creepers lingering.

Taking no notice of light ribbons,

Circling, slow motion, the absent sky.

I trace my own flower-laced path,

To say my own goodbyes.

Twin sounds, a silent beating.

Can I sing my song tonight?

The weeper sheds her gold crust veil,

The darkness takes to flight.