She stands in these lonely woods,
In her simple flowing gown
That she was to wear on the altar.
It was tragic,
How her life ended.
It was tragic,
How she never got to say goodbye.
Forever her soul remains
roaming these woods.
that took her life
while she was searching
for the tree
upon which
your names were carved.
I do not expect to win, it is not all that great but thanks for the great prompt and for helping me fuel my muse
I enjoyed writing this poem.














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