Poem about the death of a young boy... my second poem.?

Question:WINTER'S MOURN

His sodden corpse hung loosely from the tree,
But morning sun and dew wouldn't wake his sleep.

A butcher's carcass dipped in fatal chance,
The red hands drip their life blood to the plants.

My garden shines in crystal morning joy,
But beauty's stolen by the dead and hanging boy.

The mist rose up; white, into the dawn,
But boy stayed hanging, cold above the lawn.

rather morbid but please give me your views all the same..
ps. im happy in real life :]

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: WINTER'S MOURN

His sodden corpse hung loosely from the tree,
But morning sun and dew wouldn't wake his sleep.

A butcher's carcass dipped in fatal chance,
The red hands drip their life blood to the plants.

My garden shines in crystal morning joy,
But beauty's stolen by the dead and hanging boy.

The mist rose up; white, into the dawn,
But boy stayed hanging, cold above the lawn.

rather morbid but please give me your views all the same..
ps. im happy in real life :]

great imagery. "Crystal morning joy" = BEAUTIFUL

I rather like you and look forward to hearing more. That last comment made me LOL = p

Complete excellence dude!

Vivid and concise; some really startling imagery. I like it a lot. You have a good eye for detail. I look forward to reading more!

interesting.....