Alone between trees
Beware of the mist
The sounds should not follow
Or you will be missed
Retreat from the trees
and don't let her see
She wants what she lost
It's you it could be
Don't look behind
She may be there
Your soul will be lost
If you look at her stare
Veiled in white
It's hard not to fright
Direction lost
It's her time to strike
Her touch has grown cold
Nothing can warm
So long it has been
Since there's something to hold
Don't fret, don't fight
It's too late to cry
The moon in the sky
Is your last light
Beware of the mist
and what lies inside
The silence that follows
Is her lullaby
Alone she walks
In the shadows of the night
Waiting for you
The Lady in White
YOU ARE READING
Quill & Ink
PoetryThese are my emotions. My inner words. To throw in the wind. To one day reach you.
