The Dark House On The Hill. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

You lived in the dark house on the hill.
It was not for love or will.
You had no choice in the matter.
And that's what made it sadder.

You came from a land far away.
To this country you came to stay.
Promised to an older man.
To live with, till your dying day.

You loved to read.
He did not.
You loved to play the piano.
He thought it a bore.
Soon your life became one long hard chore.

There was no real love between him and you.
You wanted to find someone who was real and true.
And so you did in the family doctor.
But those were the days you both would rue.

Escapes in the night.
Passions flared.
To meet your true love.
By the candlelight and you dared.
Always being afraid of getting found out.
But this was true love without any doubt.

In the end they murdered your lover.
You were banned to your room to suffer.
Your husband who was the King,
took all your jewellery and your ring.

You didn't care what he did.
Your heart was broken and you hid,
in the dark house on the hill.
It was not for love or will.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .