The Gavel
Cold scared
A little unprepared
Hopes lost
I’m well aware
I'de tries to move
But I don’t care
Impressive, your presence
Last meal, death sentence
Gavel rings
Destroys dreams
An angry chair
Wishes to share
Its personality
Electrifying character
Waiting arms
Tin crown
Watch your step
It’s a long way down
Copyright © Cameron Guernsey | Year Posted 2006
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