Miss Maud's Folly

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Fall Down

In her dress she danced barefoot
On the frozen ground,
The wind cried its lament
And the trees dipped their boughs.
And the waxing moon
Shone a spotlight for her,
As the hour drew nearer,
She fell to the floor.

Her tears form like dew drops
In the chill winter night,
Snow dusts her body,
With crystals of ice.
And tendrils of weeds
Tenderly clasp her wrist,
Like parting lovers
Wanting one final kiss.

Her slumbering form
Does the spirits awake,
They come to caress her
And steal her away;
Away from the damp earth
And down past the roots,
Of the trees that bore witness
To her final dance.