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.