Upon skirted knee she wept and sprawled,
in desolation she lay and called.
Over and over her lovers name,
her anguished heart could not be tamed.
In October leaf she grappled dirt,
trying to dig away the hurt.
Oblivious to the cold night chill,
the moonlight shone, the darkness still.
Her hair hung over her tear stained cheek,
in her distress she was so weak.
She clawed and shrieked too much to bear,
her sorrow filled the frosty air.
To be with him her only notion,
from her skirts she pulled a potion.
Her eyes fell heavy towards the moon,
she knew she would be with him soon.
With all his love he held her head,
and wiped away the tears she’d shed.
He reached deep down into his pocket,
placed in her hand a silver locket.
Of their love it was a token,
given before their hearts were broken.
She clutched it hard in disbelief,
a whispered breath dispelled her grief.
Walking in October mourning,
with his dog an old man yawning.
He saw her huddled, too late to save,
clinging in death to her lovers grave.
Her lips were blue gone was her pain,
in her frozen hand a silver chain.
In the churchyard spirits embracing,
under the old Yew tree south facing.
Spectres now in moonlight nocturnal,
in October, their love is eternal.