I’d like to thank Cameron for giving me this theme. I hope you enjoy another one of my poems.
The door creeps open,
Looking in every shadow,
Keeping its distance,
From the wailing of the wolves,
Taking slow steps,
Into the depths on the castle.
The windows are smashed,
Hanging on the pane,
Waiting for the wind,
To have its last gale,
The window waits patiently,
While the wind comes from the North.
Spiders hold on their lace,
Their babies swing,
Some scatter away,
Others wait in their Webs,
For their prey to come…
The floorboards creak while the spiders scatter,
The door is still flapping,
The window is still hanging,
The window is still broken,
Who will fix this broken world?
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