Sleep, Nancy Cole, Sleep . . .

 

The last of the Nancy Cole series. . .
 
 
 
A deep sleep is my fate,
But not so deep in death,
Beneath the ground I wait,
To take another breath.
 
I lie neath clouds of gray,
They have forgotten me,
Yet I have not decayed,
I wait the day I'm free.
 
Underground I do scheme,
They buried me alive,
And never heard me scream,
But in this grave I thrive.
 
I have evolved at last,
They buried me for spite,
I forget not the past,
I'll n'er forget that night.
 
With torches from pine trees,
A sad march to my grave,
No matter my loud pleas,
Near the mouth of this cave.
 
I lie patiently here,
I do not breathe the air,
I feel freedom is near,
Their kinfolks say a prayer