The Return

The Return

Night calls of the owl and scurrying creatures

Break misty silence and slivers of moonlit dusting

Drawing down her spirit towards arches of stone

To graveyard angels her peace entrusting.

How she weeps on the cold ledge unyielding

For past sorrows and loves so fleeting.

Life regrets and untimely death define her

Melancholy stare, wistful damp and decay

Completing

Another night into eternity's endless maw.

Cold tears fall on her wreath below

To become dew on petals as day draws breath

As she returns to her lonely sleep

Forever known as peace in death