arched across the gallows pole the writing of my name,
do not leave the ecstasy of what so long ago-
Listen
the pixies whisper words of warning
to whoever wanders near
turquoise flies and jagged edges
no
do not fear
let me stumble through the bramble of what memories
I cease to to see
Tyger, tyger
burning bright
in the forests of the night
There have been whispers
more then whispers
of my- treachery-
love-
death.
OK, what do you think?I changed the ending, I din't know if it's any better though.
