The Weeping Lady
Saturated wench midst marsh and mire,
Creeps in solemn betwixt wreck and fire.
Weeping she walks amidst the moors alone,
Her body lay trapped, broken vessel and bone.
Her kindred mate and children both lost,
She roams the shadows counting her cost.
Incessant in rage and bewildered she cries,
All who cross paths, suffers her wrath and dies.
Entombed in the moment of dread and sorrow,
She cradles her loss, her heart asunder and hollow.
Tourists mourn and adorn with flowers,
Unaware of the stain of super natural powers.
Her shrill is but deafening, her pain is immense,
She ruptures the peace of nature with past tense.
All who cross paths with the lady in weep,
Fall a terrible loss, their fears run deep.
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Comments
sounds like a super tale about a banshee. awesome dear Simon.Β
Thank you Lisa, this story just came to me, glad you like it.
Simon,Β
That is fantastic, my friend! Beautiful use of the English language. (I wish I could write like that!).Β
"Weeping she walks amidst the moors alone,
Her body lay trapped, broken vessel and bone."Β
Love those lines!Β
Great job, Simon.Β
Matthew.Β
Thank you Matthew, you're far too kind!Β Poets like yourself inspire people to write better and help spark new ideas.Β You're a credit to this site.
Thanks Simon. You're really a good guy. Appreciate the kind words.Β
Matthew.Β
Thank you and no problemΒ
Hauntingly amazing, Simon! Your choice of words are always exquisite!
Thank you Ian your words make me blush.
βShe ruptures the peace of nature with past tense.β. really cool line ..Β
and the poem really comes trough clear to the reader ..Β
Thank you Edward means alot.