Absurd_Poems

A solemn tap and whisper warms the winter air.
Only his heir had long gone, the night turned dark and cruel.
So to be sure they are alone,
A ghastly sight of his highness rises from his throne.

I began to shiver
My heart began to quiver, in the dead 
Of night I heard a terrible noise.
I pleaded it be in my head, yet I still dread 
That horrible noise!
Of breathing beneath the floor

I wondered what the world would bring me today.

Be it big or be it small.

All souls carried a weight; the passion of others.

Be it hatred or be it love.

No matter what or which; I will wait for their souls.

Today I saw the life being sucked out of a man's eyes.

Though he never died; not a part of his body wavered.

He held in his hands his life.

His daughter and beside her lay his wife.

I saw a little boy drown today.

He stood too close to the edge of the river.

He took too many steps.

He thought it would be okay to sit down,

Dipping his feet in the gentle stream.

Oh, old peppercorn,

Your shade is so inviting.

To rest beneath you.