Intrigue drips like an elegant sauterne
From her cool amethyst eyes
Flashing like moonlight gems a burn
Radiating a ghostly pallor guise

A whoosh is heard from a midnight wind
Rustling the summer wheat ready to thresh
As if a specter is trying to escape the sin
Of a maul swinging death

She is gone in an instant
Graft hued apparition
Fleeing the crook ascent
Of the reaper's scythe intent

04/11/2005