Ghost Of A Maiden
It's the end of an era
Another soul sold
To thou who is judging
Our rise and our fall
Another life graven
Another vessel deemed
Too unsuitable to live
Or so it had seemed
Another raven does call
At the merciless door
Of the beggar and rich man
And the tales of myth and folklore
The ghost of a maiden
Hair flaxen like straw
Lies cold in waiting
For once and ever more
Don't believe what you hear
When they say it's a lie
History speaks drapes of truth
That many race of man deny
Like an iced pearl to the touch
And cold to the bone
Walks the ghost of the maiden
Living in histories truths, alone
poem by Anni Sane
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