Empty

The Dark seeps into the hollow place empty... a note blares in the silence the horn of the forlorn The royal dead are my choir singing sounds of the lifeless and empty... they twist in the wind at the end of the hangmans rope smiling on the outside of an inside joke they can't help but grin empty... look to the absent shadow the lost parade, the funeral march they dance on grey slated gravestones and laugh maniacally only their heads are mostly empty...