Bells of Lament
Embellished wreaths and lace hang low, all chipped
As a shadow drifts like moth-eaten thread--
I wail! And in one rush, my life outstripped
On joyous Yuletide an ordeal instead:
While bells peal of lament I can't contain--
How our union sweet, the nights desecrate
A goodbye that is riddled with much pain,
When new stars entomb him---my song, my fate.
~
'JAN 2019 WK2 Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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