Her Ghost In The Fog      The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait   Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees   As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart   And the midnightmare trampling of dreams   But oh, no tears please   Fear and pain may accompany Death   But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty   As we shall see      She was divinity's creature   That kissed in cold mirrors   A Queen of Snow   Far beyond compare   Lips attuned to symmetry   Sought her everywhere   Trappastine liquored eyes   An Arabian nightmare      She shone on watercolours   Of my pondlife as pearl   Until those who couldn't have her   Cut her free of this World      That fateful eve when   The trees stank of sunset and camphor   Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw   An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast   On my love picking rue by the light of the moon      Putting reason to flight   Or to death as their way   They crept through woods mesmerized   By the taffeta ley   Of her hips that held sway   Over all they surveyed   Save a mist on the rise   A deadly blessing to hide   Her ghost in the fog      They raped left   Five men of God   Her ghost in the fog      Dawn discovered her there   Beneath the Cedar's stare   Silk dress torn, her raven hair   Flown to gown her beauty bared   Was starred with frost, I knew her lost   I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer      She'd sworn me vows in fragrant blood   Never to part   Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts      Then this I screamed   Come back to me   I was born in love with thee   So why should fate stand inbetween?      And as I drowned her gentle curves   With dreams unsaid and final words   I espied a gleam trodden to earth   Tower key      The village mourned her by the by   For she'd been a witch   Their men had longed to try   And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs   Tortured soul on ice      A Queen of Snow   Far beyond compare   Lips attuned to symmetry   Sought her everywhere   Trappistine eyes   An Arabian nightmare      She was ersulie possessed   Of a milky white skin   My porcelain yin   A graceful Angel of Sin      And so for her   The breeze stank of sunset and camphor   My lantern chased her phantom and blew   Their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain   Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed      Putting reason to flight   Or to flame unashamed   I swept form cries   Mesmerized   By the taffeta Ley   Or her hips that held sway   Over all those at bay   Save a mist on the rise   A final blessing to hide   Her ghost in the fog      Her ghost in the fog      Her ghost in the fog