Deadly Song
How angels long to hear their
voices, chanting in the
sightless forest. Shadows hide their
silvery faces. Moonlight streaming
through their fountains, endless laughter,
immortal song. Voices like sweet
semi-darkness, gentle as the night.
voices, chanting in the
sightless forest. Shadows hide their
silvery faces. Moonlight streaming
through their fountains, endless laughter,
immortal song. Voices like sweet
semi-darkness, gentle as the night.
Walk too far into the forest,
and you'll be gone.
and you'll be gone.
Warning From a Ghost
The bones do not lie.
They whisper and creak.
They tell me,
they tell me,
the dead do not speak.
They whisper and creak.
They tell me,
they tell me,
the dead do not speak.
The Mind is a Battlefield
I lie down and close my eyes -
trying to quiet the chaos inside.
War and chaos,
crownless queens,
dying knights,
and fearful kings.
trying to quiet the chaos inside.
War and chaos,
crownless queens,
dying knights,
and fearful kings.
Emma Huang is the author of the chapbook Footsteps Way on Down Collapsing Halls. Her poems have been featured in several magazines such as Young Ravens Literary Review, frighten the horses, and Moonbow Magazine.
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