Lady Labyrinth Poet Romanticism

Fantome Du Noir Chevalier

“fantôme du noir chevalier”



whither doth thee cometh from?
Strange voice that I see
Coldness of ire burns 
the skin beneath sheets
paper white guise
black ink heart bleeding within - 
stranger the walls do speak here
in the mirror swimming See
the lost reflections of souls
the misguided forlorn 
disenchanted do scry
their petulant perplexity
ghosts for the haunting
picked like ripe plumbs
legions illuminating dead dreams
the devil beating his drums
in her spectral bed 
the incubus arrives
the succubus hums 
once were bold quills tracing 
curves cursive passionately clear
near human once attempting sincere
to unlock love with blind faith ne’er fear
I hear your tome calling 
fantôme du noir chevalier

erudite Faust waives
ignores lore written before him 

I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier 

Salome is her name
a new dance appears

She will take you 
before morning

a promise forewarning
I give this to thee

fantôme du noir chevalier

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)



“Here in My Room”/ Incubus
https://youtu.be/0IlPlKBXRHE










Sonnet LXXXVI

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Susan Woodrow September 2, 2021 at 8:06 PM the second ghostly write I've enjoyed this evening! :) Lady Labyrinth September 2, 2021 at 8:48 PM We're all ghosts here, haunting each other. The essence of us, remains traceable in words and deeds.