The Return Of The Wife

Silent everything in the night's prowl,
my ears hear not a word,
the devil must be around,
to slay some with his sword.
 

They left, the humans,
deserting the place in togetherness,
the barking dogs have begun,
my fears landing me in a mess.
 

A creaking at the rear,
may be winds against my door,
but what if someone got in?,
as I smell a decaying odour.
 

To tear open from claws of darkness,
to settle a disturbed mind,
a candle I tried to fetch,
though none I could find.
 

And then a voice whispered,
resounding as in a cave,
it was hers, my beloved wife's,
hours after I buried her in the grave.