This is a totally different twist to Ruth's phrase. I hope you enjoy even though it is very dark.
In the moonlight, shadows dancing,
As her form moves into view.
Upon this cliff, she stands enchanted,
With the view of rocks below.
As the sea boils up in anger,
Tossing waves upon the shore.
A single tear drops falls in sorrow,
To the depth of horrors throws.
Her tears are done and she's left empty,
Whilest wind whips through her hair.
A single rose cluched in her fingers,
Salted by the halted stream.
Fingers grip the very petals,
That once were the sign of love.
Falling softly now are rested,
On the rocks which were his doom.
Ever now she carries onward,
Hollowed from that fateful eve.
Silent now the screams of terror,
Dancing on that moon lit grave.
[This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 01-21-2000).]