A Midnight Dreary

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Once upon a midnight dreary – inspired by Edgar Allen Poe’s, The Raven – a prompt for my writing group.

Happy he was the day he wed

The girl of his dreams, ‘I do’ he said

His heart filled with love, just bursting with joy

She so quiet, reserved, coy

A spring in his step, a glint in his eye

So happy and full, it oft made him sigh

The touch of her skin, the smell of her hair

The deep blue of her eyes

He could not help, but stare

She’d walk by the lake, a gentle stride

And carrying her book, she would escape or hide

She’d sit by the tree, the large Sycamore

And sometimes she’d lay right down on the lawn

One day, early evening, as a fog did descend

He saw her talking, he thought, to her friend

On closer inspection, he saw it a man

And wondered whether, she needed some help

He then heard laughter as she threw her head back

And saw him caress her, lay his lips on her neck

A red mist grew inside him and he spotted the gun

One shot, then two and the deed was done

Into the lake, he sailed her away

And night after night, he replayed that day

And once upon a midnight dreary

He swore he heard her sweet voice so clearly

Repeating a word, he could not make out

Until closer it got, until it was loud

‘Murderer, murderer, I’ll curse you for life

For my life had ended when you made me your wife!