Grey and tangled

they swing

the dried-out husks

Of careless shadows

now swaying in the breeze.

The soft skittering

sound of their bodies

brushing each other

as they shiver

and shake

on a wayward breeze

is the only murmur

that remains

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of their empty ruin,

while she dreams

and waits

in the center of the tangle,

ready with yet another noose.

She watches her victims,

drifting on the wind,

swinging, swinging

until they are cut free

from the gallows of silk,

hanging broken and bloodless,

a desiccated, hollow promise

of what tomorrow

might have been.