Misty Shroud

After a day of tired journey,the sun retired in the western blue,
a gown of mist robed the dusk,
the stars wore a nebulous look.
The deserted city breathed an eerie in the dead street in the farthest corner of city,
over looking the quite flowing river.

A dame went down from the mud-thatched walls to wash.
The colored patches adroned her shame,
her weak and weary face wore a smile.
A shadowy creature stalked the lanes in search,
found her in the river with fear flowing on her face.

The chill bit her waist down,
she could do away with it but not her soul,
and she clasped the rag.
The shadow came down upon her with blood in eyes.
He stopped,his hands trembled and than blew the Nor'westerly.
The veil of mist around the dame blew away,
a shroud of mist wraped the lonely ones.

She cried,alas her voice seemed struck.
she was lost,forever as the mist with the sunburst.

This poem was written in 2002.