By: Feign~

Three’s a widow’s walk on the house on the hill.
Sometimes on stormy nights, she walks it still..
hours of pacing watching for ship’s lights.
Sometimes she paces and is caught by the sun.
Sorrow is deep in this woman’s heart,
she cannot rest with her lover apart.
Someone should tell her, it would be kind,
to finally put rest to this woman’s mind.
She saw him go, never to return
but in her forever, a fire sill burns.
What doesn’t she know?
Her love went down with his ship
a century ago…