L.M.J.

The memory of her riding the black horse
Under the pale moon on a black night
During the fight that soon would take her life
And leave me in this empty hall
Where I’m sweeping up the memories that I had of her
She hurt me so much in life I felt used and I suffered in disguise
When the truth came suddenly from my father
The pain turned to guilt and I wept and wept
Until I felt the memory of her…