Lady in black (Quatrain)

Eyes peer with guilt; beneath a tulle-net veil
her peevishness; steeped in silken black
Inheritance pours; filling an insatiable grail
She stands arms folded; her eyes rolled back

I caught a glint; in her gloss-lipped smile
as he was lowered; unto a reapers trench
she sighs; a relief from lungs of denial
her mouth watering; with a thirsty quench.

No tears were shed; from her ashen-shame face;
watching us weep; when we scattered the dust
upon his heart; laid in a cold walnut-case.
but at least he’s free; from her narcissistic lust!

His death gives repose; as her life is born
we walked away; in a grief-stricken wave
not a penny; or pound she’ll spend in mourn!
karma; echoes cries of her; to an early grave