A/N: I am still not a poet. but this one came to me not long after my first. its a little bit darker and not quite as scattered. Please tell me what you think. I will be eternally grateful.!!!!!

Dead man hanging from the gallows.

Piper piping in the shadows.

An artist's brush.

A mother's hush.

A young girl tells her sister "shush".

The paint is smooth and bright, blood red.

The artist takes a bite of bread.

His tired hand feels thick as lead.

He almost longs for his warm bed

He cannot stop. He still must paint.

His artwork surely cannot wait.

Dead man hanging from the gallows.

Piper piping in the shadows.

The man says, "Child, walk with me.

"For we have yon fair world to see."

An artist's touch.

An artist's brush.

A rabbit cowers in the brush.

Feyrie dancing in the field.

Soldier has no sword to weild.

No time for peace. Just time for war.

Soldier cleans his blade once more.

The silver blade that longs for blood

That blankets the land in a flood.

Dead man hanging from the gallows.

Pipier piping in the shadows.

He says, "Come and follow me

"I'll play my music just for thee."

His fingers dance accross the flute

A feyrie strums a wooden lute.

Her fingers travel o'er the strings

But she thinks of other things.

The artist paints a lady's lips.

A soldier watches sinking ships.

A dead man swings from gallows higs.

Blackbirds swarm accross the sky.

Sorrow, sorrow, everywhere.

Don't tell me to go back there.

A place where sprrow fills the air.

Dead man swinging from the gallows.

Piper piping in the shadows.

The piper with his music fair

The music that does fill the air.

Maiden ride this gentle mare.

We must go. But know not where.

We will seek a pleasant land

Where gentle waves come touch the sand.

Dead man swinging from the gallows.

Piper piping in the shadows.

Walking down the narrow way.

Fishers fishing in the bay.

Can someone take these fears away

To someplace far where they will stay.

Can fears be thrown into the sea?

Or will they just return to me?

An artist paints his lady's face.

A soldier shouts and swings his mace.

A poor man cries, "My son is slain!

"Someone, someone, take this pain!"

Dead man swinging from the gallows.

Piper piping in the shadows.

The piper sings.

The piper plays.

The piper dreams of happy days.

When, in the streets he'd play his flute

With a feyrie on a lute.

Surrounded by his melody

Oh, what happiness would be.

Could happiness come here again?

To this young piper in the rain?

Perhaps if he would change his song.

Perhaps if children sang along.

Dead man hanging from the gallows.

Piper piping in the shadows.

The piper- he does change his song.

A child hears and sings along.

Over the pads his fingers dance.

A soldier is struck by a lance.

But what a lovely joyful sound.

The children dance and spin around.

Singing with the piper's song

More and more come sing along.

Dead man swinging from the gallows.

Piper piping in the shadows.

No more in shadow does he stand.

For sunlight creeps accross the land.

Long fingers dance the silver flute.

A feyrie joins him with a lute.

The town joins them in joyous song.

Children dance and sing along.

A soldier's struck.

A soldier dies.

Blackbirds swarm accross the skies.

Sorrow does not cease to be.

It's forgotten by a melody.

A/N: I don't like this one as much as my first but I would still appreciate your input. how can I improve? constructive criticism encouraged!!!

-aaidenkae