The Tea Room

Hi everybody. Its been a long time since I posted anything on here, but I've just finished writing a poem about the shadow that I'm going to put on my Halloween web site, and Gustaf thought that the rest of you might like to hear it, so I told him I'd post it here.

Hope you like it:

Even the meekest of the mild,
Has a shadow, dark and wild,
Spinning webs of pained deceit,
And boiling blood with angered heat,
It creeps and climbs within the soul,
And paints the thoughts black as coal,
It covets, crushes and bewails,
All thats good, and thus prevails
Its evil scheme to claim, destroy,
Every ounce of purest joy.
And yet it holds a sacred place,
Within our hearts, a state of grace,
"Good" and "bad" it so defines,
Accents the light and draws the lines,
Presses forth unknown desires,
And kindles life's greatest fires,
And so we celebrate the day,
That the shadows come out to play.

Thank you Most Beautiful Goddess :)

Edward

: Hope you like it:

: Even the meekest of the mild,
: Has a shadow, dark and wild,
: Spinning webs of pained deceit,
: And boiling blood with angered heat,
: It creeps and climbs within the soul,
: And paints the thoughts black as coal,
: It covets, crushes and bewails,
: All thats good, and thus prevails
: Its evil scheme to claim, destroy,
: Every ounce of purest joy.
: And yet it holds a sacred place,
: Within our hearts, a state of grace,
: "Good" and "bad" it so defines,
: Accents the light and draws the lines,
: Presses forth unknown desires,
: And kindles life's greatest fires,
: And so we celebrate the day,
: That the shadows come out to play.