by Billy W Wells
Sunday, October 09, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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At the end of her life, a stranger is in the house. Is it the man she has waited for so long, or someone else?
And Old May lie dying
In her house of broken dreams,
Untouched by the lust of the world,
But also the love.
If only he had come that day
And not been threatened by Mother.
The sun was fading on the horizon.
A spider spun a web in the window.
And suddenly, when all seemed lost,
A sound pricked her ears far away.
She sat upright and listened…
The wind cried softly in the eaves.
There was a whisper on the stairs…
His name was a prayer on her lips…
At long last the wonderful sound
Of someone climbing the staircase…
It wasn’t mother.
It wasn’t the wind.
It was a man…
A gentle man…
A lonely man…
A stranger to this place…
Someone she’d known long ago…
Her heart was pounding…
She tried to catch her breath
As his footsteps reached the door,
The doorknob turned and he entered.
She had never seen such beauty.
He took her hand and it was cold.
She tried to escape,
But his lips touched hers
And she was lost…
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