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"The Moon she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds wisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare crample of dreams
But oh, no tears please
fear and pain may accompany Death.
But it is desired
that spepherd is certainty
as we shall see...."
She was definitys creature
that kissed the cold mirrors
A queen of snow
Far beyond compare
lips accuned to symmethry
sought her everywhere
Dark liquered eyes
an Arabian nightmare
She shone in watercolours
on my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have her
cut her free of this world
That fateful eve
when the trees stank of sunset and camphor
their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
an inquisitive glance
like the shadows they cast
on my love picking rue
by the light of the moon
Putting reason to flight
or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
of her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
a deadly blessing to hide
Her ghost in the Fog
They raped left
five men of God
Her Ghost in the Fog
Dawn discovered her there
beneath the Cedars stair
Silk dress torn, her raven hair
Flown to gown, her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew her lost
I wept til tears crept back to prayer
She'd sworn me vows in fragnant blood
"Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts"
Then this I screamed:
"Come back to me for
I was born in love with thee
so why should fate stand in between?"
And as I drowned her gentle curves
with dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam, trodden to earth
The church bell tower key
The village morned her by the by
for she'd been a witch
Their men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ
seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on....
...ice...
A queen of snow
far beyond compare
Lips accuned to symmethry
sought her everywhere
Trappestine eyes
an Arabian nightmare
She was Ersulie possessed
of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful angel of sin
And so for her the
trees stank of sunset and camphor
my lantern chased her phantom an blew
Their chapel of blaze
and elected to a pain
Re......the judgement that the Bible construed
Putting reason to flight
or to flame unashamed
I swept from cries mesmerized
by the tappeta Ley
or her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
a final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog
And I embraced
where lovers rot
Her Ghost in the Fog
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