Veil of Shadows
by Carol L Zuber
Sunday, February 17, 2002
Rated "R" by the Author.
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Winding down the ashen way, threadbare rugs, weave dismay.
Simmering candles, floating light, somewhere distant a woman cries.
Mist falls thick outside the walls, treacherous hoofbeats like thunder call.
She cries no more as fear looms near, her dream is becoming somewhat real.
Her breath quickens and heart races with each guided step she hears.
Suddenly silence brings truth to her door, her lover is dead, he is no more.
Copyright . Carol L. Zuber 2000
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|Reviewed by George MacLean
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Reminds me of the ballads I loved...very well done, Carol!
|Reviewed by Trixie Love
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|This poem carries the reader all the way through. Excellent Carol. Janet|