The Patriot,
standing tall
Beneath the light of candle fire
Throughout the dank and dreary hall.
See the patriot
Hear the scream
Of the ghostly soldier
Like a wicked dream.
Bloodcurdling scream
Beneath the fire
Why lay your life
Upon the wire?
Sweet Annabelle
Calls for you
Can you not
Hear her too?
Wait!
Your face is flushing.
From your wound
Blood is rushing.
"Good-bye to my lady-
A bitter farewell-
To the lady in gray,
The sweet Annabelle."
Author notes
I wrote this in the 6th grade, and I figured I'd post it since I couldn't think of anything better to do.
Written November 18th, 2000
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A dark tale to be sure to be sure
Made me go all gothic for a moment. I like stuff thats just for the hell of it. Thanks!
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