In His Arms

From the grave that is her bed

She arose her bare 

Feet disappearing in the forest

Behind her cottage

As the moon full and bright 

Sailed across the sky

Her ears followed the voice as 

It softly called her 

Name down into the soft moist

Loam she stepped

As her family lay sleeping their 

Mother slipped into

The arms of her lover the spot 

Where she stood with

In the moonlight marked by the 

Soft whisper of bubbles

Bursting on her unmarked grave 

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