The Stroller

The night hides many secrets
Grim tales kept hushed by the sea
Of the many woes that I have encountered
None worse than this one seems

A mother with hidden dreams
Both light and dark, she seeks
A stroller held by midnight stars
While sorrow grips and ekes

A carriage for her precious darling
Held up on wheels of six
Strolled around,like a merry go round
Over grass and leaves and sticks

Down through the alley, down by the lake
Stories told by the still night
Her passion a vise, wrapped swiftly thrice
Along arms slender and slight

A slow stroll through the narrow streets
And heads that turn away
For non wished to spite the old lady
A solemn cloud of gray

Perhaps nothing was quite as terrible
As the odor that lingered around
The smell of a molding infant's corpse
Stained the skies and the wind and ground

It is said that to this day, she wanders
And roams and prowls the streets
Murmuring stories and tales of forgotten bards   
Till at last, the gallows she greets