all those are closed,
fears dig in deep on scary,
memories of this night,
walk alone, all doors closed ,
neighborhoods not hospitable....
so find way to the crown,
giltering in purity and ecstasy,
pave your way down a ghost town,
meet yourself at your open door,
neighborhoods , sound asleep,
keep up those bare feet on thorn,
let not eyes blink, in a moment,
nor ears hear ghost-whispers,
find your way through dark,
light your own way, mit deinem
Augen und weit weg gehen ,
all doors are closed,
the moon buried in angry
clouds, but your body treading
the still of the night,
search for the crown, one hidden,
among night shadows ,
ghost-whispers and tales of
haunted endings , deep fed on pain,
never miss the beat,
all the doors are closed,
pass-by an unloving neighborhood
get yourself up that possesed hill
through the haunted forest move,
then near "own-opened" doors......
.....a luck and hope awaits,
behind a crown looks on,
to award the night traveller,
with a bliss for life ,
find your way through dark,
light your own way, mit deinem
Augen und weit weg gehen ,
evenings befell and pretend okay,
though you new skies hide a moon,
you hype yourself, until
all walks and off-roads reward ,
it's like you'll not know of treks
neither bare foot nor a pounding
hearts , you will tell your ghost-
story, to that neighborhood ,
and fellow who embraced,
"cowardly-jollity"
find your way through dark,
light your own way, mit deinem
Augen und weit weg gehen ,
©Michaelw
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