The Regret of Harry Lloyd's Widow.

The Regret of Harry Lloyd's Widow. The widow wept inside the confession box And I barged on in One day And I kissed her dry chapped lips One day since Harry and his bloated belly got buried Such is my passion for her Clambering out came the priest In Godly anger pointing a cane with ivory handle And I said “No!” I wished for him to be gone And he did so oblige – the man of perplexed cloth The widow slapped my face with unholy scowl To make my skin red And she said “No!” And ran from the Gothic arch into the rain Outside the window I watched her disappear In whisper I spoke to God “How wrong was I?” And I too through the Gothic arch Sprinted to my lover’s heel In dark clouds in black, watched from windows “Wake up,” I spat. “This was all that you desired” Murder Committed And she knew it all well, from start to end What purpose had caused The widow broke down upon the path Convulsing in her black coat, Soaked up the puddles and the tears While I loomed Unable to utter the slightest repentance For how wrong was I? And then “I cannot see you,” she cried Her fingers clawed at the hard ground And I saw it all And I left her there And I walked away Until the black heap among the trees sunk out of sight As I walked where the grass was greener Home Alone.