faith on rules

shame on you

it was a quiet night,
the sky is clear and the streets are bright.
but between it was an old castle which stand upright,
with a peaceful and gloomy sight,
and a derelict lonely knight.
this made my heart felt tight.

those times i used to expect,

those people i used to respect,
devotion and modesty are below rules,
they told me reality was not true.

through the darkness i was walking down the stairs,
the stairs and my legs became one down there,
like a horse pacing through the jungle,
but never i felt afraid,
not because i don’t believe ghosts,
on the contrary i know them all too much.

every time i saw the shadow of the ground,
got to tempt by slowing down,
later i realized it was eleven steps each floor.
one…two…three…ten……e...le…ven…
but why, but why,
but why i still hesitate by instinct?

being anxious for something you know but can’t see by eyes,
i felt ashamed and would rather die.
so i turned brave,
nine…ten…ele…ve…n
nine…ten…e…lev…e…n
nine…ten…elev…en

last chance,
mourn or dance.
eleven! i leaped,
but the ground suddenly turned deep.
then i slipped.

it was twelve at the end.
i mean at the beginning.