A Voice From The Grave

(A ballad)

Oh, wake me up as the sun goes down
My true love said to me
And so I sat in my finest gown
With his rucksack on my knee


He never smiled when he woke that day
For his smiling days were done
He kissed my lips, went on his way
With his rucksack and his gun

I passed that day, I passed the week
I passed more months and years
I passed into my ripe old age
And long ran out of tears

The telephone rang yesterday
And I heard a soft voice say
Go softly, darling, into night
As I, on my dying day





note: my challenge was to write a ballad in the correct style of ancient poets. I hope I made it interesting too.