Disappearing Duck

The duck floats down and down.
Overcome by the bright darkness.
The mud below is brown,
and creates a cloud of sorrow.

Throughout the wet dirt crawls creepy little creatures.
Some snap claws or hiss.
The duck stares down at their frightening ugly features,
and says goodbye to happy bliss.

The ducks eyes close.
The creatures reach out.
They must be bad, without a doubt.
Is this the end?

The duck quakes as the creatures gather near.
Please don’t go little duck.
This water can still be clear.
Please do not fill it with your blood and tears.

The duck looks at me and softly quacks goodbye.
Just when I believe the duck will be hurt,
The duck turns and swims away by and by.
I watch him leave as I happily cry.

Witch

We look upon the ivy.
It grows up the wall.
The thing sits inside.
Carving with frightening care.
Hurry away.

STUPID

Sit on this stone.
Take a look at the small village.
Until sunrise you will stay.
Peer toward the sad fences.
Is there a child outside?
Don't let them get hurt.

This poem is about the holocaust. I used the word stupid because I think it was very stupid and wrong of the Nazi's to discriminate Jews.

Winter, leave

Swaying grass in a thin moonlight.
Winter is slowly leaving.
She was happy in her stay but now on her way keeps coming back for
"forgotten" things.
Spring cannot come until Winter has left.
Do we have to kick her out?
Maybe we will and just hope that next year she skips back happily.

Goodnight

The frost is heavy in the air,
but snow has gone away.
Every tree is bony and bare.
The dock is cold and slippery.

The skies light fades as the sun waves goodbye,
and stars will soon come play.
A crow lets out a cry and flaps its wings away.

In warm cozy houses families come to gather,
and wash away the daily rays of sadness deep inside.
After all the lather, they turn off the lights and peer ouside then quietly quietly, whisper
Goodnight.

Come back Snow

Snow snow where did you go? 

Come back before tomorrow.

Dark Castle (Part 1)

There is a castle which seems to be covered in shadow.
Ivy grows high on the walls engulfing most of the structure.
Walking through the front doors which are wide and tall enough for
three elephants stacked in a pyramid to enter.
Inside these doors there is a huge room.
This room is almost pitch black even with the
meager light from the chandelier which hangs at a peculiar angle.
A staircase flows across the right wall leading to a mysterious doorway.
Turning left there is a hall.
I walk down the the hall, noticing the strangeness of ivy growing, even inside.
I turn right right to continue up stairs and onto a second floor.
A shiver runs through my body and
I quickly turn, expecting to see a shadow.
To my surprise nothing is there.