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Benevolent Ghosts
The Witch she watches while I sleep,
Pensive in the guard she keeps.
When I cry she will not wake me,
But speaks a word to placate me.
This Angel who rests in my lands,
Seldom asks and never commands.
Tears she sheds weigh like hammers
At my crude and clumsy manners.
My Sanctuary holds my hand
Aware that she can’t understand.
With all so much left to say
She was too soon taken away.
Pensive in the guard she keeps.
When I cry she will not wake me,
But speaks a word to placate me.
This Angel who rests in my lands,
Seldom asks and never commands.
Tears she sheds weigh like hammers
At my crude and clumsy manners.
My Sanctuary holds my hand
Aware that she can’t understand.
With all so much left to say
She was too soon taken away.
Published 27th Apr 2014
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27th Apr 2014 8:21am
For years this was untitled and only the first four lines, which I slightly modified to fit with the second and third verse which I came up with over the last couple of days. I wonder if I should have kept it simple and left it as it was with only the first four lines.
