As my shade walks the halls of hallowed dead <br />Remembering my life with studied dread <br />I see the girls at quiet play and wish to forever stay <br />But fear drives me from the silent way <br />Anguish at the approach of day <br />So from where lay a shadow's tracks <br />I watch the girls lay upon their backs <br />And remember the dreaded day <br />When all was merry and all was gay. <br /> -STD 88<br /><br />Stephen De Marino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hallowed-dead/
