In the hallowed hall of Bedlam,
The lady seemed to lie sleeping
Inside her crystal coffin
As the people looked on and sighed …
Wise men often pondered,
On her untimely passing:
What could have brought her solace
In her lonely hours of mourning?
The spiral of her depression
Took her into the deepest holes of sadness,
Veined with pitch black melancholy
Unrelieved by joyous laughter.
No answer have they found
That suits their somber query
For to prevent her daughter’s passing
In the same unhappy manner.
Red Wolf Poems: List of words as picked by Sabra and she’s picked one word each from last week’s poems submitted as follows: