and ghostly frowns
beguile, torment, confuse,
and very soon
her timeless tune,
awakes to reds and blues.
Willow blessed,
and shyly dressed,
in fashion of a kind,
with flashing blade
and deathly shade
she walked within my mind.
Closing doors
and concrete floors,
aligned by crimson walls,
with dimming lights
and endless nights,
as mother nature falls.