WIDOWS WALK
Soft whispers of what used to be,
quietly shifting across the room.
Only her essence remains.
No longer a solid vision,
yet in the rarest of moments,
one may see her alarming beauty,
the haunted look in her eyes.
So brief a glimpse,
the seer may feel,
it was but a trick of the light.
Surely the vision could not be real.
The sorrow filled look;
the agony briefly glimpsed.
The heart wrenching cries that come in the night.
Cries of loss;
that twist the heart
of even,
the most uncompassionate of souls.
One can only guess;
at what she suffered.
How her loss of love;
to the sea.
Leaving her to frequent;
the widows walk.
Few may even shudder and feel her anguish;
as they watch her plunge from the walk.
No longer willing to live,
without her love.
Feeling only in death;
can she be one with him again.
quietly shifting across the room.
Only her essence remains.
No longer a solid vision,
yet in the rarest of moments,
one may see her alarming beauty,
the haunted look in her eyes.
So brief a glimpse,
the seer may feel,
it was but a trick of the light.
Surely the vision could not be real.
The sorrow filled look;
the agony briefly glimpsed.
The heart wrenching cries that come in the night.
Cries of loss;
that twist the heart
of even,
the most uncompassionate of souls.
One can only guess;
at what she suffered.
How her loss of love;
to the sea.
Leaving her to frequent;
the widows walk.
Few may even shudder and feel her anguish;
as they watch her plunge from the walk.
No longer willing to live,
without her love.
Feeling only in death;
can she be one with him again.
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