From
Cold lips,
Echos the sound
Of
The widows whistle

Pulled by the call,
The spouse
Dragged his feet
Across cemetery ground

Driven by loneliness,
Now feeling regret,
As
The familiar face
Gave her
A
Smile

So if out late
One night,
And the
Hairs on you're neck
Start to
Bristle,
Could it be the
Sound Of
The widows whistle?