Ritual

Her
Gaze
Turned
Inward
And
I Waited
While
The
Lady
Hesitated,
Then
She
Said,
“I’m
Very
Glad
He’s
Dead,
For
In
Truth,
He
Blighted
My
Youth.”
The
Time
Had
Come,
And
The
Remains,
Sealed
In
A
Cardboard
Drum,
Were
Tossed
Away,
Dust
Of
The
Ages,
And
She
Turned
A
Hundred
Pages
Of
Her
Life
As
His
Unwilling
Wife.