The White Woman and the Black Dog 2/4/05
There was a woman dressed in white. She was sitting by the fire.
I had no idea who she was. There was a great black dog behind her.
Where was she from? Where was she bound? Why was she dressed in white?
The great dogs eyes softly glistened it the fires eerie light.
The name she whispered was Jonathan, she described him kind and fair.
I then noticed a picture on the mantle that before was never there.
The woman then told why her dress was white; I couldn't believe what she said.
Her dear Jonathan was murdered on the day that they were wed.
The dog belonged to her beloved; it had never left his side.
Now even though he doesn't have to, he protects his masters' bride.
I felt sorry for the woman; a widow on her wedding day.
I wanted to encourage her, but I didn't know what to say.
As the dawn arrived they simply vanished. Was this just in my head?
No, somewhere way deep down, I knew they both were dead.