My Lady

My Lady

In darker glade,
as moonbeams shown,
my lady made
her way alone.

From stony brook
to palisade,
a path she took
through Evening Shade.

Berries gathered,
much more than three,
a dose to dread
in nightly tea.

She's lonely here,
her choice was made
and Death was near,
in Evening Shade.

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