I stand at the window
Lace fluttering about me
Lost in the past
Perusing a reverie

Lawn shrouded in mist
The fog it ensue
Lost in the dreams
That were me and you

You wander, assail me
The thoughts very clear
I tremble in anguish
Enveloped in fear

Rasping, clawing on the pane
Tremulous bony fingers
The memory of the terror
Yet, within me lingers

Anger, fear wells forth
I grip the rotting wood
Remembering the nights
On the pedestal, trembling, stood

A sheen across my face
Entangling my hair
The hunting of the heart
No longer can I bear

A fetid breeze enraptures
My heart a sieve, strained
Ghostly fingers carressing
Stirring up my pain

Talk to me in whispers
The voices in my head
Echo incessantly, enslave
It seems like i am dead

The grasping of the claws
My busom is entombed
I wonder how it is
You still so easily wound

The gutteral feral growling
My heart in tatters, shreds
Your angry, eerie, cacophony
I have come to dread

I rip the lace upon my neck
The air is dank and dark
Your fingers squeeze my neck quite tightly
No air, its very stark

And so it ends, the fear, the pain
In love's grip, so like a vise
You squeeze each drop of blood without
Love it has a price

Love in disguise, the lacey jailer
In a faint and unto death
The writing of your evil hand
The poison of your breath

I trod the halls in velvet clad
The lace upon my breast
The dripping of love's deathly faucet
Dance with you in death

I cannot find the solace
I only know the pain
To endure the touch, the grasping claws
Your eternal love, again

Weep heart's blood and dearly wish
That in death was solace bound
Bow and sob in silent tears
To the mournful wailing hound

Sherry Gilles @1999 January 26