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
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
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