The Windmills Guest

She stood there looking down to ground Her once home land she knew Her eyes saw the drop when she found The Miller was not true His choice was money or true love His heart he split in two She found out she was the money. Then down the windmill flew. The Miller was distraught it seems He never meant her death A lesson he was taught in dreams Yet still he feels her breath She called his name as she did jump It landed on the breeze Her body landed with a thump He fell down to his knees The error of his ways he learnt But still married for love But the image was forever burnt He knew it was his shove. His true love it then did turn sour It was false and no jest The love he wanted for money Was now the Miller's guest The guest walks the mill and land Sees the wife now untrue She watches for the hour glass sands For her revenge to spew. © 16/03/2013 Competition Entry