Once there
lived a lady
Bonded to no
one, pleased by solitary
Built her
hut in the wood of dark
With the
war of mind she always occupied
She spoke
the language of knowledge
Only wisdom
she much craved
One night
her mind corrupted with madness
Whether
demon or God, to her whispered
A spell of
magic, which human most feared
A chance to
change which had been destined
A game
between life and death
Awaken the
heart of the dead man’s chest
Played with
the rotten corps,
A living
ghost arose
A man she
loved who once lost
Yet like a
dust he could not be touched
So cold his
heart felt like blizzard
“Your grace”
he finally bowed
As the
first word came out of him,
She knew
this was not her dream
Pity, they
were not and shall never as close as they appeared
The ghost
only wandered
Barely
spoke
And often
gone
His
presences made no difference
For so many
seasons,
He grant
only winter
Brewed a
poison to her pitcher
Brought
nothing but great lust
The living
ghost haunted last
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