Dressed in White

Soft by torchlight I roam, seeking

through the dark’ning woods of weeping

willows, her lithe figure keeping

just beyond the edge of sight.

By the flick’ring flame the shadows

dance like felons ’pon the gallows,

still the mystery woman follows

her path by mere lantern’s light.

Subtle glimpses of her fleeting

form I chase into the night,

this mystery maiden,

dressed in white.

Suddenly I find her, standing

in the moonlight, eyes demanding

my surrender. She’s commanding

me to proceed without fright.

There, beneath raven hair flowing,

I can see her skin is glowing;

and my fear, which should be growing

deep inside, has taken flight.

Pale blue firelight now dancing

in her hands; a spectral sight,

supernatural beauty,

dressed in white.

Forward my feet slowly moving

toward this creature, as if proving

heavy debts my soul’s accruing,

and I lose my will to fight.

With intent I step up closer,

craving, needing just to know her;

days of free will are quite over,

as I’m wrapped in chains of light.

Eldritch witch-fire soon engulfs me,

eating my soul, burning bright

while she watches,

dressed in white.

Closer, she leans in to kiss me.

As our lips meet, I grow dizzy

then she smiles and whispers softly,

“Love, come close and hold me tight.”

In my embrace she is clinging,

while the angels commence singing

I ignore the painful stinging,

as my neck she gives a bite.

With a grin she sends me hither,

seeking victims in the night -

my new mistress,

dressed in white.