A Woman Named Mary Poem by Matthew Fowler

Fear layed upon a cold summers night
As the sun cowars behind the harsh moonlight.
Creaking upon the devils prarie
Lest I forget a woman named Mary.

I dwell upon my own mind, my own memories.
Upon s entle touch, and a cool gentle breeze.
Yet its hope repining, across the dust.
I cant live, yet i know I must.

The wheels creaking, in my desolate past.
The wheels of time turn much to fast.
Suffering like the wings of a painful fairy.
Lest I forget a woman named Mary.

Dignity flayed from the souls of the lost.
Fearful of the road that I must cross.
The end of this road, sneaks away from my sights.
Death ridden, hope hidden, on a dark dank night.

She was ripped from my heart, my soul, my mind.
So I ride on the years, and i hear her cries.
Quaking in fear, the thought is much to scary.
Lest I forget a woman named marry.

The river styx flows deep through my veins.
Crying stealthily, I snap my stallions reigns.
That woman, I see her in my thoughts and dreams.
I dont want to recelent, the memory it stings.

After years upon years, the darkness still clings.
Insanity engulfing, her screams still ring.
Her heart, her mind, memories Im forced to carry.
Lest i forget a woman named Mary.