Dad exploded on me about my current poetry, my mom hates how I'm writing it, so I have to try to go in a new form, so yeah, new attempt.


~*~No Tomorrow For You~*~
Sitting so quietly on the fence post is thee, forever more the Forgotten ghost,
I seek to find the owner of thy soul,
The grave of which thy name shallth lie, as white as snow,
As cold as winter's breeze, a handkerchief for thine sneeze,
Pass house by house with thy ghost following, no sound on cobble road leaving me hollow,
My stroll shall quicken and quicken, the ghost hath stricken me with thy fear,
On the end of the black cobbled path in the small village lies thy grave, I shallth not touch it for the strict laws deny the harsh act,
Shallth I be a puppet for thy bidding, to visit thy grave and give sorrow for unfortunate end?
"I shallth not go to thy grave, I shall go back home and sleep!" I hath spoken, to reassure broken soul and to ward thy ghost, show it that I Shallth not be it's host,
The snow fall around me, dancing in the wind with white beauty,
The cold from thy spirit soaking through my cloak, chilling my veins and blood - an indication of premature death?
Surely the night was cold but the ravens fly about, the clouds blocking midnight moon - a sign of premature death?
I tilt my top hat at thy attempted intimidation, a grin plastered on my face as I say "No thank you, unkind spirit, I shallth not die tonight. Why oh why, unkind spirit, why do thy chase me through village street? Hath you nowhere else to be, unkind spirit? I hath nothing for you, nothing to give. I shalln't give my life away to wander street by street as thou, I shallth not give thy what thy wants. Do not cry, unkind spirit, for you shallth find someone someday, but today I shallth not die. There shallth be a tomorrow for me, no tomorrow for thy."