Description
Beneath a sky of fading light,
Where windswept grasses whisper low,
Morella lies, a fragile sight,
Her raven hair begins to flow.
We speak of life, its fleeting spark,
The veil that thins with twilight's sigh,
Her voice, a breeze across the dark,
A chilling whisper in my eye.
The breeze sings dirges through the reeds,
Her breath grows faint, her skin so pale,
Despair, a crow on silent feeds,
Takes flight, a story left to wail.
But time, a river ever strong,
Brought solace in a gentler form,
A bride's eyes, where shadows throng,
Reflect a phantom in the storm.
Morella's voice, a mournful sigh,
Rides on the wind, a whispered plea,
A chilling echo, can't deny,
The spirit's bond that binds to me.
Two souls entwined, a spectral thread,
A love, a loss, a haunting fear,
Morella's spirit, not quite dead,
Forever whispers in my ear.