Hallows of the night
Jack Sorenson
20 May, 2017 05:02 PMHallows of the night Searching for more like myself facing my own doomed to feel the dead calling myself for a recantation to hear them, the beating heartbeat coming forward to me, calling me for help Now too be heard by myself to meet up on this night at the Hollow’s of the darkness of the moons darkness night Now of a closed old Cemetery nearby in Gilroy for me, to see you my poor child murdered so very long ago seeing all from where I sat at the Irish pub stool from the chair, where your burred at I sit still at, and the place you haunt, the Cities only Irish pub I hear yours clarify, the wiper voice but not for gotten but now found as you been only speaking to me it’s best to be their first to hear for myself your story were your burred just below the pub I feel it best at night to be at the cemetery gates Instead of the Irish pub during the day, where you were stronger yonder Standing grad over your family tumbled sad life Now placed to rest never to have given up looking for you in the eerily 1800s when the day and date you disparate poor Christabel I know your story in how you passed away At the end of potter’s field, the forgotten ones
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