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Lost in a Moonless Night

by Carmen Ruggero

night picture Through generations, the story’s been told
of a soul roaming on a moonless night;
there’re many versions of the unfold,
all of them telling her sorrowful plight.
They say she ended her own life to spite
the lover who coldly betrayed her trust
and hung to her death on a moonless night,
wind’s howling and stirring dry leaves and dust.
Her spirit abounding moans as it must;
folks say she haunts the woods where she perished
they say you can feel a whoosh like a gust
of wind, calling the one she once cherished.

They say on nights when the sky’s black as coal
some claim to have seen her wandering soul.

Copyright © 2006 by Carmen Ruggero

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