Wind Hath Taken Poem by T. R. Crissian

I wrote this poem shortly after reading The Highway Man Poem.

On her bed she lay,
Breathing ever slow; soon to stop,
Her heartbeat slows,
As wanted sleep doth take her.

The deadly news of her lovers death,
Was to great for her frail frame to take.

Now the disease she hath contracted,
Puller her life away from this earth,
And into a grave,
Where she will forever rest.

Early morn she awakens,
Deaths wind at her door,
She knows she shall die,
And in her grave next to her beloved she shall lie.

Heaven will welcome her,
And all will be well.

She is in a happy trance,
As death opens her door and embraces her in it's deadly dance.

Her last breath she hath taken,
He her heartbreak hath gone as she joins her dead love,
Her life left,
Body's here to sleep in the ground; her soul in heaven,
The wind hath taken.........