another little story
she sat in her shed
working the late hours
till the early hours
like always
aranging words like flowers
outside the wind started to blow heavely
the shed was shaking and moaning
candles blown out by the draft
and rain started poring in
through the cookingshaft
she grabbed her blanquet
as the wind touched her skin
hair on end
her faith worn thin
her faith that the shed would withstand
the punishment of the elements
the force of nature
that raged undiscriminantly
and she had just enough
faith in the shed she loves
keeping her faith in the shed
as she did not want to be outside
not with the monsters
not with the demons
she was save in the shed
in the forrest where trees fell
the monsters were hiding
down in their burrows
keeping faith
they would not collapse
some burrows were not far from the shed
some were mere meters away
yet the entrances were not close
as the monsters keep a distance
for the lady in the shed
she must be quite something
staying here
must be a strong lady
with all these monsters near
she dared not to sleep
but fell anyway
afraid they might creep
up to the shed
and take her head
but no such thing
ever happend
they sat in their burrows
waiting out the storm
for the ghosts now roam
and they frighten
even the monsters
as their cries carry
on the windy storm
the monsters just watch
the shed
so no ghost
would dare to thred
near the lady
they care so much about
as she seems not frightend
but the teeth and claws
that roam around
she slept
untill the first cloud
faded in morning sun
and she was glad
that she survived
and thanked the shed
the monsters go to sleep
for a long night it had been
and the ghosts are in the dunes
where they end and begin
working the late hours
till the early hours
like always
aranging words like flowers
outside the wind started to blow heavely
the shed was shaking and moaning
candles blown out by the draft
and rain started poring in
through the cookingshaft
she grabbed her blanquet
as the wind touched her skin
hair on end
her faith worn thin
her faith that the shed would withstand
the punishment of the elements
the force of nature
that raged undiscriminantly
and she had just enough
faith in the shed she loves
keeping her faith in the shed
as she did not want to be outside
not with the monsters
not with the demons
she was save in the shed
in the forrest where trees fell
the monsters were hiding
down in their burrows
keeping faith
they would not collapse
some burrows were not far from the shed
some were mere meters away
yet the entrances were not close
as the monsters keep a distance
for the lady in the shed
she must be quite something
staying here
must be a strong lady
with all these monsters near
she dared not to sleep
but fell anyway
afraid they might creep
up to the shed
and take her head
but no such thing
ever happend
they sat in their burrows
waiting out the storm
for the ghosts now roam
and they frighten
even the monsters
as their cries carry
on the windy storm
the monsters just watch
the shed
so no ghost
would dare to thred
near the lady
they care so much about
as she seems not frightend
but the teeth and claws
that roam around
she slept
untill the first cloud
faded in morning sun
and she was glad
that she survived
and thanked the shed
the monsters go to sleep
for a long night it had been
and the ghosts are in the dunes
where they end and begin
12 dec 2004
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