A/N: This is a poem about Jareth after his rejection. It's not that good I know but still thought I'd post it.
The Empty ParkAlone in the park
With the stone benches and oaks
The owl is sitting above it all
Like the ruler of an empty palace
Full of echoing hallways
The silence is broken
By the first gentle raindrops
Tapping like impatient fingers on a desk
A single mournful hoot hangs trembling in the air
The lone owl disappears on wings of cloud
Leaving only a white feather behind