The Companion

grey-haired woman stays alone but for one,

a companion of sorts, a strange being,

who rouses her daily with rising sun,

 .

with a breakfast of milk, butter and bun,

she begins her practice, old songs she sings,

grey-haired woman stays alone but for one,

.

never seen, a mystery known to none,

rumoured to be a demon with black wings,

who rouses her daily with rising sun,

.

she lives a life of a recluse, a nun

in her drab white blouse, and silver earrings,

grey-haired woman stays alone, but for one,

.

who resembles her long lost love, her son,

to sights of his radiant face, she clings,

who rouses her daily with rising sun,

.

resonates one dawn, the shout of a gun,

people come, check the house, finding nothing,

grey-haired woman stayed alone but for one,

who took her with him with the rising sun

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This is tagged as the poem for 19 November for NaBloPoMo. Also linking it up with the Trifecta Writing Challenge, where the word prompt suggests using the word companion as some one employed to live with and serve another or one that is closely connected with something similar.

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