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The famliy Curse. By Aaron Ace Cook


running in the dark, a lightning strike, a boom and crash, white and dark clash, tears running down his face, if only you hadn’t been so late. out of time and out of mind, locked in tower of white, this prison cell for those unwell is where she’ll sleep tonight don’t cry for me, its for the best you see. a tiger’s cage with ravenous bite, vultures circling round in the dead of night, father, okay you’ll be, come the morn you won’t even remember me. when nettles sting and beasts do roam, and waves crash in dense, hard foam, arms reaching for the cold, sodden sand, no one there to lend a hand, where were you? now I’m gone, I’ve left you too. gone, gone, gone away, but in mirror’s face his own eyes remembered still in spite of lies haunted by the silent screams the sound of door slamming against the screen away she ran on stormy night to escape the dreaded sounds of another fight he followed her tracks, that desperate flight as the moon beamed down, a murderous white He knew as soon as the whistle blew he heard the shouts but he felt it too through the thicket and thistle she ran careless in her path He saw the train that once stalked these tracks laid still on its haunches, sitting back It’s victim yet half a mile behind before that man in charge had been inclined to rein the great beast back he felt the world begin to crack the ocean waves came rushing back and the pressure began to build inside now he wishes it could all be undone the knot unraveled, the life unbegun he wishes for just one more day to tell the truth, what he meant to say but the train rushed fast down those tracks and now he’ll never, ever get her back and still the mirror shows his daughter’s face the sad, sad eyes in the pale face a ghost that’s gone yet remembered still wish what you may and tell what you will ashes to ashes and dust to dust that curse is in all of us say what you mean, mean what you say and treasure every single day so when life leaves you hanging there and all you love dissipates into the air remember this saddening tale let its lessons ring through every hill and vale so that when you live your life away you won’t have to regret a single day.
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