The room was very dark
The candle was the only
Source of light and hope
In her completely airless
Dungeon like home with
Every  door & window shut

She was a poor aged widow
Abandoned by kith and kin
No one had the will or means
To support her with her ill health
The Sisters of Charity visited her
To give her, her daily bread

That night the candle flickered
Afraid she wondered why
There was no breeze at all
An eerie silence prevailed
Apart from the  sound
Of her occasional wheeze

Suddenly her world lit up
She felt a strange presence
In the dark dinghy room
As her husband smiled lovingly
And taking  her hands he led her
Out of her miserable prison forever

The next morning the shocked
Sisters of Charity found her dead
With the perfume of roses in the room