Moonlight flit across her skin
Caress every Cherub's dream
As her deft lily pad footsteps
Tap to-and-fro along the stream
Bells chime in hollow sounds
My Angel's laughter gleams
She drifts along One two, One two
Enchanting all my dreams
O' my Lady, Lover's light
Take my hand I plead
She gazed into my eyes at last
With glass-eyed misery
Where hence she went from the stroke of twelve
Never shalt I know
As I watched the Fae dance her to
Withered skin and crumbled bone
Now blooded footprints ring my hall
But never shall I leave
My darling angel dances still
In the rustling of the leaves.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Moonlight flit across her skin
Caress every Cherub's dream
As her deft lily pad footsteps
Tap to-and-fro along the stream
Bells chime in hollow sounds
My Angel's laughter gleams
She drifts along One two, One two
Enchanting all my dreams
O' my Lady, Lover's light
Take my hand I plead
She gazed into my eyes at last
With glass-eyed misery
Where hence she went from the stroke of twelve
Never shalt I know
As I watched the Fae dance her to
Withered skin and crumbled bone
Now blooded footprints ring my hall
But never shall I leave
My darling angel dances still
In the rustling of the leaves.
In another possibility the word "ring" in the last stanza could be exchanged for "throne" if you prefer the sound it gives to the poem.