• Sleepy Hollow

    The color red
    Is artfully dead
    In this sorrowful life
    But we all knew
    That death suit you
    You spirit in the night
    Cascading black
    And ice white plains
    And twin ponds of blue
    Sunshine sweet
    With a bitter streak
    Begin her life anew
    While determining the fate
    Of those we meet
    By designing their design
    We often do
    Seem to miss
    The glaring “Wrong Way” sign
    So as we travel backwards
    To madness we must go
    We realize that death is warm
    And life is cold as snow
    A story of a story told
    a fairytale long ago
    Says that everybody, in the end
    Must learn to lie six feet low