A black cloak
A black heart
Black mascara war stripes
Painted on pale, waxen cheeks
Were all the widow had remaining.
A black castle
A black steed
Black thoughts mingling
Within her deadened dreams.
With lowered eyes
Downcast soul
Arms clung to the elm for support
To steady an aching
Body, mind, soul.
As seasons changed around her
Stagnant stance
And Autumn leaves
Buried her.
One by one
They fell
and danced.
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