a woman in a black coat,

white shirt underneath.

Onto a porch of a rich lit house,

sitting by the fire in a dark twisted corner.

 

Leaves, grass and pictures burn and crumble,

the lady stares at the fire in outright wonder.

She shifts and stands;at the house she stares,

the fire below grows and snares.

 

The lady again sits down by the fire,

rugged and torn is her attire;

then in the golden hues cast on her face,

a crystal rolls down her cheek witha twinkling blaze.

 

The fire for a while burns, but begins to die.

The lady's face seems blue with green saddened eyes.

The fire dies out with a puff of smoke.

The lady then gets up and tries to cleans her coat.

 

The lady walks away from the house.

The swift breeze blows away the ashes behind her, as she walks.

The ashes were of the pictures of the lady's husband and daughter,

inside the house whose bodies lay, slaughtered.