The White Lady of Skipsea

"The White Lady of Skipsea" Last night I dreamt I dreamed of you a kind of dream within a dream Diaphanous, my soul escaped, this firmament, my immaculate heart held hands, my fingers did entwine with handsome Morpheus Crystal radiate twin gossamer light beams dissolved through window pane, then out beyond the gate And on we journeyed flying higher and ever higher his spectral arms holding my phantom form tight 'round my naked waist, I held desire Through raging storm we flew the skies Morpheus, my Incubus pulling me in tighter, unharmed, always protected, by his side I sang this song not my voice, so strange so keen, “Where my good lord do you take me?” “To the land of Lionhearts my sweet thing, where She is you and you is She” “I am She and She is me?” that strange voice again, not mine I feared these words, these words he said not knowing why, I feared that I was dead Descending softly we passed over calm and eerie oceans to a sandy shore twas the in-between time, the early hours of the morn A pall of Sea fog rolling in, wrapped it’s shroud around us and there in the distance a dark empty ruin of a castle there by eerie Ocean, stood majestic, foreboding. I stood bewitched, entranced. Kittiwakes squawked about us, for only they could see our ghostly shadows entwined there in that thick supernatural mist, Morpheus held me tighter into his form, conjuring me ever closer, like Lovers tryst “But who is she, If I’m not me?” I enquired with fear, although my tone was cordial, I knew, without doubt, I was no longer mortal Morpheus, my Incubus knelt before me, took my hand unto his lips, kissed my hand with sheer devotion, as if I was borne of Royal nobility, he drank me up I was his addiction, his julip potion, his Golden Chalice Looking up to me with piercing eyes, mine eyes then his eyes did seize, trees were whispering their leaves, as if sharing some well known secret While in the distance the sound of wind pulling the chimes of some sacred Church bells, perhaps a ghostly Abbey, peeled as if with ominous warning. Morpheus, my Incubus with gentle voice and wanton smile decreed, “Welcome home, White Lady of Skipsea” (Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018) 1. "England - Anon. 1225: Miri it is while sumer ilast" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7UvesKl8_W8 2. A Ghost Story from the anals of Burton History. http://www.strangehistory.net/2012/03/26/what-are-the-white-women-ghosts/ 3. Drogo de la Beuvriere https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drogo_de_la_Beuvri%C3%A8re 4. Drogo - w. Albina (White Lady of Skipsea/niece of William the Conqueror. t.b.c.) https://wikivisually.com/wiki/Drogo_de_la_Beuvri%C3%A8re 5. Skipsea Castle https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skipsea_Castle 6. The name BURTON/Fountains Abbey, Meux Abbey - Abotts & Monks, Thomas and William Burton. http://www.british-history.ac.uk/vch/yorks/vol3/pp146-149 7. Did Drogo accidentally poison his wife Albina? Or was he murdered? Did Odo Count of Champagne murder both. If Drogo accidentally poisoned his wife, why would he go to William the Conqueror (uncle of Albina) to confess to her murder (accidental/or not), at risk of losing his own life? "After the unexplained death of his wife, Drogo fled England, supposedly for Flanders, and disappears from history. His land in England subsequently became the property of Odo, Count of Champagne." - "Odo was implicated in a plot to place his son Stephen of Aumale on the English throne.Stephen was the first cousin of brothers William Rufus, King of England and Robert Curthos". 8. Odo Count of Champagne https://wikivisually.com/wiki/Odo,_Count_of_Champagne 9. Albina - The White Lady of Skipsea "Homicide in High Places" - "A Flemish Adventurer, Drogo de La Beuvriere, was rewarded for his support of William the Conqueror by receiving the Seignory of Holderness. His bride was the Lady Albina, the King's niece. Skipsea Castle was built for them, and at first all seemed well, but one story goes that Albina was suspected of Sorcery, and her lord, having poisoned her with a pretended Love Potion, went directly to William, borrowed money and vanished for ever to the continent. Over the centuries a ghostly White Lady is reputed to have stalked the ramparts, and may or may not be carrying a poisoned chalice". hmmm, interesting. 9. Burton Family Crest / History https://www.houseofnames.com/burton-family-crest MOTTO: "The Light is My Guide". x Love, your mother. 10. The mystery to be solved. Where is Albina buried? An adventure/a story. Mother,daughter/ Sisters, Nieces, Nephew. x https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ti59NdbG1c