Fair Rosemarie
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She sits in quiet disbelief
at the table where cards are spread,
offering her but scant relief
from the sense of coming dread.
The Nine of Swords, the Tower, and Death
lay there, face up, for all to see
upon the white lace table cloth
in the home of fair Rosemarie.
A dark cloud drifts across the sun
as long shadows crawl from the walls,
she buries her head in her hands
as crystal tears start to fall.
A fox barks once to call its mate,
a raven croaks in a distant tree,
then silence falls a heavy veil
in the home of fair Rosemarie.
Read these for more eerie poetry:
- Witchling – A Witchling and a Forest
- Cauldron – Runes and Sigils for Courage
- Death Dance – The End of a Life
- Nyx – The Goddess of Night
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Mike Everley
Mike Everley has been writing for many years and has had poetry, short stories, and articles published in numerous publications and online. He was a member of both the National Union of Journalists and the Society of Authors before retirement. Now a silver scribbler, he devotes his time to creative writing.
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