Lonesome Widow's Lament

In the shadow of the mountain, a lonesome widow weeps
Her heart aching from the loss, as the night slowly creeps
The bride once so fair, now buried in the earth
Leaving behind a broken soul, yearning for rebirth
As the moon shines bright, she wanders through the meadow
Whispers of her lost love, haunting her as a shadow
Thoughts of taking her own life, to join him once more
But the pain of goodbye, she couldn't ignore
The sound of a bluebird, singing in the breeze
A reminder of the life, that once brought her ease
A tear falls to the ground, as she takes a final breath
Her sorrowful tale, marked by the hands of death
Lonesome widow's lament, echoes through the night
A song of sorrow and woe, a soul lost in its plight
But in the arms of the mountain, she finds her peace
In death's embrace, her sorrows finally cease
So let her memory linger, in the windswept air
A tale of love and loss, carried on with care
Lonesome widow's lament, a story of the past
Forever etched in the mountain's vast