Poetry by: Candy Vaughnn
Hallowed Halls
As I walk down these hallowed halls, life seems so calm. Nothing can go wrong, but it is always darkest before the dawn.
As I walk down these hallowed halls, life seems so tragic. People die, people cry, and most things occur like magic.
As I walk down these hallowed halls, life seems to not matter so much. In these hallowed halls, life is filled with a special touch.
The hallowed halls of life are filled with amazing things. These hallowed halls, life they often bring.