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There he is walking, walking
He comes walking quietly, softly, silently
In his dark cloak, and with his mysterious ways
I watch him from my window as the clock goes tick, tock
Who is he?
He is said to be a legend
But is he?
He is coming closer and closer
He is walking through the whistling willow tree as the harsh wind blows
He walks up to the old inn door
In the pale moon light you can see his calm face
When he knocks my father answers
And that silent, dark, mysterious, legend has asked for me
- by A_Scared_Star |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/05/2008 |
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- Title: The Silent, Dark, Mysterious,
- Artist: A_Scared_Star
- Description: This is something I wrote for a class assignment in 7th grade. But I like it so tell me what you think please.
- Date: 10/05/2008
- Tags: silent dark mysterious
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Comments (3 Comments)
- ~+Moon~Shower+~ - 10/08/2008
- It reminds me of 'The Highwayman" ^_^
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- End~Moraine - 10/05/2008
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This seems to be be extrememly close to another famous poem I read once.
I can;t say I liked this one too much, just because it seemed a bit too sporadic. It just didn't out very poetic. - Report As Spam
- L I V E S T R 0 N G - 10/05/2008
- One word to describe this : Amazing =]
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