Shadows Cast Upon The Dead Tree pt 1

We both didn't care
That the house was haunted
Old Memories scare
The Daylights out of me
More than any
Supernatural being

But your silhouette
I find is still stalking me
Behind that willow tree...

Coiled around the branches
That snake still hissing threats
Contorting your words into a weapon
But I don't trust the venom he spits
I still find beauty in the darkness
Where our dreams use to sit
The Shadows casting a play on the stem
I hesitate to watch until the end

Leave feeling sorry for the protagonist
He never knew the outcome
When his mind finally began to descend...