Falling Through Cracks, Greased By the Sale
Stars falling from the sky like diamonds from a crown.
Jewels fell through time, to fall all around.
A woman cracks a smile, you pass and they frown.
Greased lighting passing between the posts touchdown.
She's the star of the show by far, as the moon came down.
The chitter chatter starts, you're the talk of the town.
Free of charge, or sale of the century or was it a shakedown.
I'mfalling just falling, if I screamed, no one would hear me.
A man walks through an enchanted wood but nobody see's.
An evil spirit stares between the cracks of the tree's.
Like greased lighting he is onto you, giving you the third degree.
Save me, by all that is good in this world, a plea.
A fantasy world that's hidden between the lines, for thee.
Hidden in a sale book on a dusty shelf, so full of mystery and glee.
comp entry 16/12
You will find one word of the title in each line both stanza
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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