Long Mysteryhair Poems

The Changeling

Once upon 
a dreary vale,
a ghostly image 
floating pale


Set my hair 
to stand on end,
a living nightmare 
did begin


Through the tree 
she passed with ease,
floating gently 
as a breeze


White her hands 
were pearly hue,
nails were red 
and veins ran blue


Auburn hair 
that glittered fire,
dressed in webs 
that spoke desire


Sweeping hand 
across my lips,
writhing wildly 
image shifts


In Changeling form 
she was renewed,
shining with 
a golden hue


Cold as ice,
that grace the poles,
wrapping around 
my spirit folds


A tongue of fire 
ripped my soul,
in changeling form
I now enfold