Category: #FFFC

A young boy

stands upon the bridge

purity in his soul

character without a ridge

An ace at jumping

many times on his bed

the train gets closer

the caboose is red

Wanting to ride

he had plan

his method was simple

timing where he would land

Walking closer to the gate

the train is near

eyes wide open with excitement

there is no fear

Standing on the edge

he doesn’t hear the footsteps

father is behind him

determined to protect

The boy jumps up

its time to leap

father catches him

in one big sweep

The boy cries

let me go

I can make it

the train is slow

Father hugs him

now is not the time

we will go to the station

the ride is just a dime

On the train

the whistle blows

excitement all around

the boy’s face begins to glow

Childhood

time to enjoy

simple things make him happy

just to be a boy

On this particular day

the candle light sniffed out

hollow eyes peering

expression filled with doubt

The breeze oscillates

through the dim lit room

sands of the hourglass flow

is it time for doom

A closed book

the spell has been cast

will there be another victim

or is he the last

It’s the first day of the month

the sun shines in

all dark shadows are gone

the light echoes a grin

The skull changes

his spirit follows the light

the book burst into flames

as the spirit takes flight

Up above the clouds

a huge sigh of relief

his spirit begs forgiveness

for being a thief

Only the skull remains

beside the sands of time

the candle now brightly lit

no longer suffering for his crime