Adorned in sorrow blacker than the endless night,
golden threads of magic wrapped around her;
so well she knows the hour when souls take flight,
haunted by the mystery that enshrouds her.
Dark trees hide the moonlight,
dark shadows lace the air around her.
Some faint music drifting on the mist
comes from deep beneath her breast
then spreads around her.
Like a shimmering halo, it surrounds her.
Dancing through the vaporous, breathless night,
darkness like a silken gown she wears;
so quietly she spins, her dreams take flight
like sparks exploding far across the air.
A fire has burned from deep beneath her breast
and left a golden scar emblazoned on her.
Who knows the shadowy hidden path she takes
when on the ancient sky
the moon above her
watches like a cold and silent lover?
Who knows what name she whispers still,
when cold echoes of the night surround her,
chanting secret incantations as the mist draws out
like eternity before her?
Some memory has burned itself into her soul,
some web of magic on her heart is woven.
She casts her dreams like nets
on midnight’s sacred sea,
and scatters them like ashes
on dawn’s oceans.
-Ramey Channell
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