She stands there in the moonlight

Staring down a long dark road..

With eyes that show the agony,

Of a lost and wandering soul.

Sometimes you will see her,

And most just drive on by

But once in a while…someone will stop;

To see if she’s alright.

Her hair is long and flowing

Her eyes as black as coal

Her silhouette transparent,

And the air turns bitter cold

For those who have ever seen her,

Have never been the same

From the night they met the lovely Tess

Where she met her final day.

-Antony King


In memory of Tess Greenhill









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