Alone

a chilling poem about lost love and unsure birth

The wind blows, a widow cries
a flower wilts, a loved one dies.
Soft skin pricked by a thorn,
Blood runs down to the unborn.
the wind doest howel,
the wolf doest growel,
the earth trembles with fright.
A crow that calls
a leaf that falls,
Darkness now blots out the light.