by thefourpartland

There was a silent house on a windswept isle
Hidden and tucked in a stone defile
Twisted and shaken with the coming of the winds
It rattled and shook, lost among the fens

It was a lonely spot, all hidden in the moss
and a stone’s throw away, a simple toss
there lay a little marker, painted and proud
and on top lay a simple little shroud

It fluttered and gusted and swayed in the breeze
a tiny little emblem, facing out into the seas
of a delicate and fragile life held here
one that is gone now, passed on within the year


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