Her Ghost In The Fog

<br>"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait<br>soft winds whisper the bidding of trees<br>as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart<br>and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams<br>But on, no tears please<br>Fear and pain may accompany Death<br>But it is desire that shepherds it`s certainty<br>as We shall see..."<br><br>She was divinity`s creature<br>That kissed in cold mirrors<br>A Queen of Snos<br>Far beyond compare<br>Lips attuned to symmetry<br>Sought Her everywhere<br>Dark liqoured eyes<br>An Arabian nightmare...<br><br>She shone on watercolours<br>Of my pondlife as pearl<br>Until those who couldn`t have Her<br>Cut Her free of this World<br><br>That fateful Eve when...<br>The trees stank of sunset and camphor<br>Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw<br>An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast<br>On my love picking rue by the light of the moon<br><br>Putting reason to flight<br>Or to death as their way<br>They crept through woods mesmerized<br>By the taffeta Ley<br>Of Her hips that held sway<br>Over all they surveyed<br>Save a mist on the rise<br>(A deadly blessing to hide)<br>Her ghost in the fog<br><br>They raped left...<br>(Five men of God)<br>...Her ghost in the fog<br><br>Dawn discovered Her there<br>Beneath the Cedar`s stare<br>Silk dress torn, Her raven hair<br>Flown to gown Her beauty bared<br>Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost<br>I wept `til tears crept back to prayer<br><br>She`d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood<br>"Never to part<br>Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"<br><br>Then this I screamed:<br>"Come back to Me<br>I was born in love with thee<br>So why should fate stand inbetween?"<br><br>And as I drowned Her gentle curves<br>With dreams unsaid and final words<br>I espied a gleam trodden to earth<br>The Church bell tower key...<br><br>The village mourned her by the by<br>For She`d been a witch<br>their Men had longed to try<br>And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs<br>My tortured soul on ice<br><br>A Queen of snow<br>Far beyond compare<br>Lips attuned to symmetry<br>Sought Her everywhere<br>Trappistine eyes<br>An Arabian nightmare...<br><br>She was Ersulie possessed<br>Of a milky white skin<br>My porcelain Yin<br>A graceful Angel of Sin<br><br>And so for Her...<br>The breeze stank of sunset and camphor<br>My lantern chased Her phantom and blew<br>Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain<br>Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...<br><br>Putting reason to flight<br>Or to flame unashamed<br>I swept form cries<br>Mesmerized<br>By the taffeta Ley<br>Or Her hips that held sway<br>Over all those at bay<br>Save a mist on the rise<br>A final blessing to hide<br>Her ghost in the fog<br><br>And I embraced<br>Where lovers rot...<br>Her ghost in the fog<br><br>Her ghost in the fog