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 in cold mirrors
 A queen of snow, far beyond compare
 Lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere
 Dark liquored eyes, an Arabian nightmare
 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 breeze 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 is 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 there beneath the cedar's stare
 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 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?"
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 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
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 The village mourned 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 attuned to symmetry
 Sought her everywhere
 Trappistine eyes
 An Arabian nightmare
 She was Erzulie 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 in to a pain
 Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed
 Putting reason to flight
 Or to flame unashamed
 I swept from 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
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 Her ghost in the fog