The woman stood almost statue still
Only barely shivering from the chill.
Neither she nor her shadow dares
Step over his grave and risk his mares.
Visits were rare and she always was alone
Not for love, it was for her own
To protect herself from this dead, evil man's
Curses he swore he'd cast on her again.
If she didn't stay obedient and stay loyally
And if she didn’t treat him as so royally
With no more love or any care for him
She still comes with lips pursed and grim
Only because of her beliefs and suspicions.
These teachings keep her unresistant
His death did come and few hardly cared
For his gravestone is plain and bare
It was her who bought his stone
And the funeral, 'cept for two she was alone
She had looked distant, vacant, plain & bare
But, also almost innocent but scared.
She'd seemed on the verge of crying
But, was desperately resisting and trying
To not allow tears to overflow or pour
But, was where she could hold off no more
Now she stands here, not crying a tear
Just wishing she that wasn't here
She flinched at the first drops of rain
Sprinkling over the old cemetery's terrain
This was dead man's way of saying
"Go, leave, you must no longer be staying"
The woman sighed, smiled then understood
The woman walked away, for all was good
When her secret stayed unsaid
And HE stayed in his bed.