The Tragic Death of Miss Isabelle Greene


Overcast skies cool autumn breeze
Green leaves no longer colorful deceit
Quaint little cottage solitary and neat
Faint wail of the banshee sight unseen
The tragic death of Miss Isabelle Greene
Muted gold from a swaying latern
Swaying flame stating swaying pattern
Staying same barely staying sane
She’s staring intently at the rain
Graze her fingers against the wall
As she walks she talks to them all

Broken cups abound and shattered plates
Cracked porcelain sink battered gates
Water puddles in the mud where she laid
Final resting place naked and afraid
Faint wail of the banshee sight unseen
The tragic death of Miss Isabelle Greene


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