Her Ghost In the Fog

The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait

Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees

As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart

And the mid-nightmare trampling of dreams

But, oh, no tears, please

Fear and pain may accompany death

But it is desire that shepherds its certainty as we shall see

She was divinity's creature that kissed the cold mirrors

A queen of snow, far beyond compare

Lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere

Dark liquored eyes, and Arabian nightmare

Oh, she shone on watercolors of my pond life 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

And inquisitive glance, like the shadows, they danced

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 and left

Five men of God

Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered her

Beneath the cedar's stare

Silk dress torn, her raven hair

Sewn together, beauty bared

Was starred with frost, I knew her lost

I wept till tears, crept back to prayer

She'd sworn me vows in fragrant 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 spied a gleam trodden to earth

The church bell tower key

The village mourned her by and 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 attuned to symmetry

Sought her everywhere

Trappistine eyes

An Arabian nightmare

She was ursuline possessed

Of a milky white skin

My porcelain yin

A graceful angel of sin

And so for her

The breeze stank of sunset and camphor

My lantern chased her phantom and blew

Their chapel ablaze and all locked her pain

Best reserved for judgement and their Bible construed

Putting reason to flight

Or to flame unashamed

I swept for cries mesmerized

By the taffeta ley

Or her hips that held sway

Over all those at bay

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

Her ghost in the fog