This Meadow
By Allie Rose
This meadow was once innocent,
Its grass was never dead,
But soon this scene bacame unclean,
The air so thick with dread.
Beware this barren clearing, my son,
Steer clear of its wrath.
For it will take you in, make you sin,
And you may want to come back.
It does not have a name, child,
But here he betrayed his love.
He made his mess, the trees seize to nest
The lonely, peaceful dove.
She ran here after he was revealed,
She saw what you see now.
She searched for lies as a disguise,
But all she found was truth.
So beware this barren clearing, my son,
Steer clear of its wrath.
For it will take you in, make you sin,
And you will want to come back.
I've been meaning to post this for FOREVER, so... Yeah. I wrote it a little while ago.
Yaaaaay!
~Allie Rose~
