Spooky: Lady of the House Pantoum
In the dark and shaded glen
amid foreboding trees
in the place where a house had been
there never comes a breeze
Amid foreboding trees
blood cries out from the earth
there never comes a breeze
she weeps for all she's worth
Blood cries out from the earth
where she became his wife
she weeps for all she's worth
for there she took his life
Where she became his wife
she suffered but overcame
for there she took his life
but she was not to blame
She suffered but overcame
the lady of the house waits still
but she was not to blame
it was against her will
The lady of the house waits still
haunting hearth amid the rubble
it was against her will
the beginning of her trouble
Haunting hearth amid the rubble
she paces and she broods
the beginning of her trouble
where once her love was wooed
She paces and she broods
in the place where a house had been
where once her love was wooed
in the dark and shaded glen
Copyright © Rhona Mcferran | Year Posted 2018
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