<bgsound src="blessthebeastsandthechildren.mid" autostart="true" hidden="false" height=15 width=100 controls=small console> Skeletons. Dusty bones rattle within hollow walls, Dead wood's shards cut deep and sure, Haunting images leap with startling clarity, A vision in a mirror from hell. Remnants from the past, Twisted objects that they are, Delight in evil torment of a shattered soul, Gleefully ignore the cries for mercy. Peace, a lost treasure, gives up the ghost. Tranquility long gone, Shakes his weary head, and slumbers. By Margaret Lawrence September 28th 1999 These writings are my own and are copywritten.They cannot be used without my express permission. © Margaret Lawrence 1999 Updated: September 28, 1999. Spinning The Web With Margaret © 1999 HOME PAGE