The Cellar

The candle by her bedside


Had all but flickered out


When from somewhere in the distance


She heard a cry, a shout



She stumbled to the window


Pulled back the tattered drape


Then peered into the distance


To see a distant shape



A rider sat on horseback


The forest to his rear


He spurred the horse on visibly


Just increasing now her fear



As hoofs were gaining nearer


She fled the baron room


Entered then the main house


About her only gloom



She headed for the cellars


Convinced of safety there


Could hide away in darkness


Her own forgotten lair



They found her three days later


Transfixed upon the spot


Can only think her ending


Was not a happy lot




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