house on wetlands
near Narbonne, France
used texture from Skeletal Mess, thank you
poem by Bev - a big Thanks !
and when the dawn broke, you could hear the talk
it happened each year , and always the fear
of why should this be, her soul is not free
she had lived in these parts , had known no other
she was betrayed, ran afraid, as he tried to smoother
her shouts and screams, her heartbroken dreams
to the barn she ran ... you could hear her screams
then silence ~ but sighs in the wind ...