"Lucius"

In a dark house set by the sea
A woman waits long on her knees
As all who visit plainly see
For the home coming of Lucius

Gentle countenance faintly mocking
In her chair so softly rocking
To the clock's steady tocking
Bitter tears she softly looses

Locked away within her lair
As she mourns so passing fair
And naught shall disturb her there
Her house and home a sweet recluse's

From her grasp a letter falls
To the carpet where it stalls
And her voice so briefly calls
The name of her lost Lucius

A figure looms, a great dark shape
She notes not the gentle scrape
Nor the sounds that thus escape
Lost in thoughts of her dear Lucius

Within her chest a pounding heart
As the clouds un-gently part
To loose the rains that now start
In her life of hard abuses

Staring eyes can only find
Things to break her peace of mind
Tears swimming, so unkind
Her memories of Lucius

The woman sits in rocking chair
Before the fire, with let down hair
Lost all her hope for life unfair
From the loss of her dear Lucius

Starting up from silent stare
Starkly noble, standing there
Nothing, nothing can she hear
Seeing naught but dancing nooses

Gaunt, in grief, her garments she tear'd
And now alone with her breast bared
The one for whom her heart so cared
Now the hand of Satan uses

Moving in a waking nightmare
She laughs and jerks then claws the air
And this poet darkly muses
Upon the form of dear Lucius

Standing stone-like in the chamber
Returned at last once more see to her
Though at first his gaze not quite sure
From his eyes a slow drop oozes

Pulls her down from hanging there
Rests her head down on her chair
Shutting her eyes, mad grief to share
The lost and lamented Lucius

Haunting vision in mind's eye burned
Thoughts of life so eas'ly spurned
Thus the loss so lately earned
Tears apart the mind of Lucius

Keening wail from his throat tears
As he dashes down the stairs
And to the sea so wildly hares
The grief which death eas'ly looses

The path which leads him to the air
Standing on the brink of despair
He for death ignobly chooses
T'is the end of her dear Lucius

And in the house set by the sea
A shade still walks for all to see
The crazy wild-eyed recluse is
Waiting still for her sweet Lucius