pixabayWhat's more, feel of vacancy is the vibe of fear.
Who tosses us the stones from the tallness
What's more, stones here reject the residue to bear?Once, striding in a priest's rigid mode,
You punctured the yard from edge to other edge;
The cobble-stones and the coarse dream–
Have hunger for death and misery of the broad.Let Gothic asylum be in remnants turned
Where roof fills in as a beguiling tale,
Furthermore, in the heath the joyously logs don't burn!A few here for endlessness were conceived;
However, if your brain has just moment name
Your part is dreadful and your home insecure!