The Cry Of The Black Lady of Rhyme.

Dark shadowless, screens of black,

Memories of you, have I a stack.

The past a horror, i shouldnt look back,

In fear of that moment, that cruel attack.



You remind me of love, the joy i now lack,

Those cold winter nights, we spent as a tack.

You were my prince, my beloved jack,

They took you away, with that single hack.

How do i let go, these memories unpack?

Of days foregone, that have left me a wrack.

I bury you now, my soul alack,

Deep in these shadowless, screens of black.