The Ethereal Mistress
She comes to me in the night so black.
She takes my hand, but then She turns back.
And I call to You,
Crying out into the night.
As I'll follow You
When You lead me away from the light.
Like I always do,
But in sudden fear, I fall.
For I never knew
Why Her kiss consumes us all.
This nightly proceeding
Of weeping and bleeding
Only makes Her face clearer to my mind
A figure so pure, and skin so pale,
But Her beauty hidden by an ashen veil.
Her eyes bewitch, and Her body, it sways.
Though my love is fleeting,
And, so, a maiden She stays.
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2011
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