Tuesday, October 22

When Alice Died

When Alice died,
In her arms, he cried,
While the raven danced round them in rings.

He laid her to rest
With a pearl on her breast;
Above them, the doves moved their wings.

He whispered a prayer
While the evergreens stared,
For the woodland respectfully stilled.

And he left one last kiss
On her pale, bedewed lips.
When he rose, he knew fate was fulfilled.

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