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Her shrouded head - skeletal, drawn

Above shoulders hunched with insult

She drifts in and out of realms

Scanning with a bitter regard

Her nacreous eye turns upon a barrow

Drawn by an aberrant sound

Amorous ramblings within

Belie madness long festering

Her refulgent eye pierces the barrow

To find a ghostly form

In rapt communion

With itself

Within the nomad spirit

Acrid, caustic envy

Unfurls until it fills her

And her eye turns gelid

Advancing on the barrow

The jealous shade reaches through

Moss, earth, rocks

And rotting wool

There is no power that will defend

Fate is indifferent or disgusted

She grasps the raving ghost

Tears it from its rapture

Eagerly anticipating misery

Briefly uniting in suffering

The frantic soul clings (to its remains)

But is quickly dispensed (to another plane)

Beneath her shroud

The spiteful wanderer preens

Her nacreous eye

Turns again to the barrow

And she slips inside

With a sloe smile

Her nacreous eye

Turns again to the barrow

And she slips inside

In a pathetic mimicry of joy