The Widow

Down by the graveyard she sat,
The weary traveller on a hideous path.
Her eyes without hope,
No longer could she cope,
With the darkness inside.

A woman once so fierce and strong,
Now left alone with terrible thoughts.
Her laughter a lie,
No longer could she deny,
That the nightmare had won.

Her fruitless life came to an end,
So the truth she did no longer bend.
Her heart skipped a beat,
No longer could she defeat,
Death who’d overcome her.