• Had I but none the widow of summer? Her solaced beauty masked by the disfigured contours of her unpleasant sorrow,
    her liquid eyes weeping the sliver of cold; pain enveloped at her breast. Her darker clothing wrapped like a
    sheath around her limp figure; her veil none but tearing at the agony she bore. Her silent breath jagged and fooled
    as her lover lay, dead at her feet, his still cage forever he must lie; sinks into the desperate earth.
    The air, still wearing dust, cloaked in the neverending mist swirled at her feet,licking up the tears she has shed.
    The vultures lurking within the hollows sound no cry, only watching with curious souls.The graves that lay beyond
    smirking at the widow's lust for life, skeletons giggling in their pits.
    Eternity will pass, thus the widow will know no boundaries to the age of death,her body grows exhausted until
    the kiss of strange comings will relinquish the life left longing.
    This day, she will wander, through memories past and present, her heart holding on to a soul she cannot keep.
    This day, my widow will seek the truth of old, will love loss keel into a world of new beginnings?
    Will my widow learn of how to smile again?