The Lady in Black
By Elizabeta
June 27, 2001
She sits on her horse
waiting, watching
for him
A solemn look
is on her face
A cool breeze
gently lifts her veil
off her shoulder
A light in the distance
She rides side saddle
through the night
to meet him
A dainty hand
passes over papers
An exchange of words
The moon peaks out
from beneath the clouds
"I must go"
Her soft voice flutters
in the wind
She's gone
He stands there
Secret information
in his hands
He tucks the papers
in his coat
Whistling, he disappears
into the eerie mist that hangs
over the cemetery