Til Death

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She lies beneath the dirt and stone

Her earthly body turns to bone

Upon her death she wears a ring

Her lover’s token on her finger, hers alone

That night after the midnight tone

Arrives a man, to her unknown

He hides under the night’s dark wing

And tries to steal  that precious thing, to be his own

Upon her finger it seems sewn

Will not slip off, he does bemoan

To take the purloined gold he brings

A knife to her cold, lifeless finger—then a groan

She rises from her sacred zone

With livid eyes, her hair windblown

Alive again, she tries to cling

Refusing to let go that ring; the man falls prone

In her white gown, a figure lone

She wanders back home to atone

To ease the loss and heal the sting

Of her beloved, now aching for she who’s gone. 

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Music with Marian, Hardcore Americana
inspired by Tim Erikson's "Leave Your Light On"  and the legend of Magorie McCall