She’s Not Here


By Gabriella Hunter
Her clothes were light and flowing
The wind whipped through her hair
She stood there frail and light
And ghostly like a pale berry would never win the fight.
He sits there in his palace
His robes all regal red
And happiness he cannot find
For his lover is dead
She was the sun to his moon
He was the night to her day
But she left him behind. in a state of dismay
Her mother weeps, and wails, in woeful woeful gloom
She had so long to live yet she met her doom
"And why she" the mother cries
"Take me, me! Take me instead"
She's now like a blossom in the deep
The wilting rose is dead
The palace mourns for her
She shall not be forgotten
He went to join her in the fall
His life, his wealth he gave it all.

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