Beneath the stagnating
Waters of forest springs,
A quiet disharmony rises
On vaporous wings.

I waited for the calm that
Would signal the coming storm,
And watched as the nebula
Took a peculiar form.

A vision is born in the night.
Has obscurity tainted my sight?
A curse taken form in the night;
And my terror was claimed
By the lady in white.

Entranced by unheavenly beauty,
I stopped and stared
As shivers erupted within me.
I’d been ensnared.
This haunting apparition
Reflects in my longing eye
As I stand in the unhallowed
Space where my body lies.