A hanging rope
The Gallow tree
I gaze from it’s height
Eyes drawn to eternity.
The mysteries, they now sing to me.
I can see them, across starlight sea.
I see secrets hidden from time
I call them forth. They are now mine.
Mine to share. Or mine to hide.
Mine forever, if I decide.
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 
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