She Walks In Darkness
Who was she ...
The one who walks
drifting out and in?
A haunting beauty,
pale, porcelain - like.
As solemn as the
ever silent night.
Partaking of
this twilight, cloudless.
It's chilling climes,
thrilling arms and
eyes, glowing starry
at blackened skies.
From mansion walls and
behind doors and all.
Over the floor that's
creaking it's best.
Skating the ends of
corridors gone dark.
To the window and
in ghostly bright?
Inspired by ...
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Lord Byron - She Walks In Beauty
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2023
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