Ghost (Kyrielle form)
Out of the shadowed mists she came
a maiden lost without a name.
Out of the faery mists came she
She still remains a mystery.
The years have past, the years have gone;
but yet no memory lives on.
Who is this lass, who could she be?
She still remains a mystery.
She asked about a mortal lad.
For once upon a time she had
a love so rich and pure and free.
She still remains a mystery.
She looked at me with so much love;
but sadly, love is not enough.
Of her I have no memory
She still remains a mystery.
With tears she faded from my view.
'Farewell, my friend, adieu to you,
I wish that you remembered me.'
She still remains a mystery.
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By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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