She lies In a darkened meadow She cries Fleeing the shadow Alone Trying to breathe Unknown Lying beneath Convicted Awaiting her fate Depicted On a canvas of slate She dies Beneath the meadow She lies Alone in the shadow Foreverβ¦.
This poem I wrote - dedicated to a lady I worked with many years ago 1999 or so... she contracted *** and at her last she was very ill... and Alone.