Poem: Arielle

She walked alone
beneath the moon,
in a gown of emerald silk...
Her hair was wound,
in a crimson crown
and her skin was
made of milk...

Her slippered feet moved
along the silent, sand stone way...
She walked among the garden flowers,
as she eagerly awaited day...

She rested now upon a stone,
set near a lonely shed,
which had never known the living,
for it only housed the dead...

There is no peace to be had
in a garden so full of sorrow...
So silently, in darkness,
she waits until tomorrow...

Shadows moving throughout the night
desperately she prayers for light...

Thoughts of things left undone,
dreams of joys that
never come...

faceless specters haunt her mind,
memories from a forgotten time...

Feverish dreams of forlorn youth,
Nightmares stirring forgotten truth...

The garden glows in the moonlit air,
as she recalls he, who once stood there...

Looking down upon a covered hole,
mourning a child that sleeps below...

Amber light approaches, as the
dark of night is done...

The lady lifts her face to the horizon,
as she tearfully greets the sun...

Her ghost pale flesh ignited,
as the suns sharp rays bite her skin...

What once was is gone now;
our lady shall not weep again...

Crimson tears will fall no more,
as the flames of day embrace her...

She glimpses loves true face,
in a distant place,
as the one who went before,
awaits her...

What once had been is gone,
no more pain of need or lust...

Sweet release has finally found her,
as Lady Arielle, has gone to dust.

Author:Chance
1998
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