The Lady in Black

At night I type,

For the ones who're not there,

A lament of prose for the stalking ghosts

A kiln of madness enshrined en fear

Chaste in abhorration

Seasons of the feint

I offer mine, at Sabbath time,

Over the mulling mill

What spirits left — I let possess

My shade becomes the scribe,

In my rite, my summon tithed

I let my human die.

My hands now take without my say

They scribble, writ, and write.l,

At what cost—my sanity lost

I'm crossing the other side.

You cannot say, at my grave:

"That demon's don't exist!"

But if you wake, and dirt you taste..

Keep my coffin closed with blisters.

Around the fog encircling breath,

From: North, West, East, and South,

Fetching flames of golems tamed

I see a rotworm as their mouth(s)

Timbers soaked to ashen heaps

Stoaking the embers trail

At their feet, their palms now bleed

An offering for the feld.

A ditch was dug where roots were once plucked

Take my eyes now, and wander on!

Feel her call to the sandstone bog

lifting of the vale in each account with her crossing

As I rock - the ravens flock

A murder ov my mistress

I feel the sigh

My nightmare bride

She's here now crunching bones,

She takes my hands in her demands

I paint a scene of her distress..

But it's my mind! is it really mine?

Or is she just giving me these pictures?

Her blackened gown with veil astounds

All who see and witness,

She hovers close I feel her woe

Five screams, the waves – O' lamentation!

The equinox of my paradox,

Lost track of place and time

Unparalleled, too thunder yells!

The storm has stayed – it's looming,

While it rains, I feel her stain

Her blackened death protruding.

Fill the room - I pledge to gloom

We are done now that she's moved-in

Feel its pulse as she pulls in close

A flight of hangers ricochet in their movements.

There's no strength in numbers

So I asked her if she'd stay,

For even if I wished her gone

She won't be far away.