Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Mourning Maiden

Crimson skies and falling leaves

Rerun the solemn memories

Of lives forgotten, lives departed

Shadows of a vacant stare.

For Whom the music used to play

Now saunters quietly away

Mourning ever scents of autumn

Marks the one who slumbers there.

In the twilight fades the years

Of emptiness in deafened ears

Comes the breaking of the winter

Goes again the maiden fair.

For in the somber autumn air

Remains the heartache and despair

Yet, she shall ever be reminded

Of the one who slumbers there.

Copyright ©2004 Lori Lee Nelson

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