through distant isles i searched for him
my only love, my one true knight,
and i a spirit, silver-haired,
a ghost of night.
oh, he was battle scarred and worn
from long crusades in foreign lands
and through parched deserts still i roam
the wind-blown sands.
i'll not forget him, never rest,
until i've whispered in his ear
undying love through moon-blanched lips
and held him near.
oh, hear me crying like the wind
through every forest, every sea,
i walk the earth, a phantom shade,
unceasingly.
and snow is cold but not as chill
as the iced ****-frost of my breath
the taste of winter in my kiss,
a wraith of death!
i'll wrap him in my gauzy limbs,
ignite the fire in his vein,
encircle him in clouds of mist
and free my chain.
through distant isles i searched for him
my only love, my one true knight,
and i a spirit, silver-haired,
a ghost of night.
in the style of La Belle Dame sans Merci (the beautiful lady without mercy) by john keats.
