Weeping Widow

She dressed in black on that cloudy day Her lover buried in soil of clay She was weeping tears, her lover gone Her heart was heavy, as was the knife She longed for times long gone When lovers entwined, sweet as wine Time has passed, and love has faded She could have been a lady She choose instead, the bitter vine The knife was deep, the blood divine She danced all night, as the devil red bright Even, she could have been a lady Weeping widow don’t you cry We know the tears fall from the sky You dressed in black, to say goodbye Your tears water past memories Dead dreams fade from view Weeping widow you are now free From the torment of your crimes Solitude will drink you whole When the blood of lost passions Dries Truly a weeping widow you shall be Alone among wild flowers and roaches