The Silver Specter

Whisper a tale into my ear 

So that I may leap into tomorrow, calmed. 

By its sleep that your story brings
Ferried on currents harrowed by loss
 
Beyond stardust cuppings
Lacking contrition's wanting
Their movement could not allay,
Putting this mind at ease 
So, that it may find peace  
In the broken pieces of me on the quay

Down Bregagh Road

A palladian soul,
Oh, you silver bitch of haunting...
I would rather eat dirt 
Face-down in the earth
Than to hear those nightly pinings

This heart has dried with you inside
Slated for the grim, 
From the forlorn flit
That the spiritus laments
Passing along the beeches

Their limbic hold skipping stones

As the spectral ride convenes 

By the bon of eldritch

Atop forest carriage 

Soiling the knowledge of Oxbridge

Where the sobbing stains
A demiurge of pain

Plummets into rest on cleavage 

Her ghastly cries skipping skies,
Rooting trestles raised in umbrage