Rebecca - a Poem For Halloween

Spume and snow on a cold green sea wherein phantom fish and spectres creep; she lies in fathoms forty three, as still as death within the deep. She slumbers there beneath the waves, serene beneath the ocean vast; languished in the sailors' graves, a memory of a life long past. Preserved by chill down far below, her hair with seaweed is entwined; she smiles in ebb, she smiles in flow with ghostly rictus ill defined. Dark shadows flicker on her face and coral forms a clammy shroud; sea breezes whisper of this place, inside my head she speaks aloud. I mourn each day, I grieve each night, she calls my name from out the deep; so animated, green and bright when the witching hour disturbs her sleep...