Her Name?
1 min readAug 6, 2020
She lies await in green meadows
Her pasture is vast
Such a beauty unmatched
Her aura encompassed
By angelic like tunes
My ears are enticed
As she tells me her stories
A knife she prepares
From the drink of her cup
She embraces my being
With gifts of splendor
To enter her tomb
Love can be blind
For her sight brings doom
HER NAME IS LUCILLE…
