The Broken Nun

Cross round her neck, black was her cover

Through the thick mist she trecked, in search of her lover

Her hair strung down, covering her face

Nearly floating, solemnly keeping her pace

A lady of the night you think, so would most

But a nun she was, more correctly a ghost

In the habit she lived, was the habit in she died

For they found her secret "A traitor!" they cried

For this nun was found, in a lovers arm

Needless to say, her reputation took harm

Tore from him and her bed of so called sin

They burnt her at the steak, never to breath again

Each night she still walks, looking for the embrace of her love

Stuck here, as sadly, broken nuns aren't welcomed above.

Author's Note

all opinions welcome as always

Reviews

[Lord Vanilly]

Love this poem. The story flows steadily and works its way to very likeable finishing verse. Not to mention the creepy imagery.

[PonoEllis]

totally agree with Jamestown! the story followed with the words to truly tell the ghostly tale

[Jamestown]

Fantastic write! The flow and wording is amazing, story is said but we all make
mistakes! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Death's Poet]

Thank you so very much James!! :)

[AaronFreitas]

What an awesome story/poem! It caught me by surprise but definitely a pleasant surprise. I love the rhyming scheme as well as the flow of the poem. I really enjoyed it, you did a great job :) Thanks for sharing this poem!

[Death's Poet]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! It was just a strange idea I had so I wrote it down lol

[AaronFreitas]

Well sometimes strange ideas come out beautifully just like it did with this piece :)

[Death's Poet]

awe you are so kind! Thank you that absolutely made my day!

[AaronFreitas]

I am glad I did that for you :)