Death In the Fog
The wealthy woman walked across the yard
Whilst the ground was still wet, moist
Grounds was covered in fog
She shivered due to the frigid air there
The grey backyard was scary
With the raven flying
Dressed in all black she looks for her true love
Not knowing death’s befallen
Her eyes flutter around
Still to this day you can hear the ruffles
Of the shifting of her clothes
Whenever there is fog
Raven still flies at night looking for death
Not that of her true loves plight
But of her own demise
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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