and there she stood with her hate
gleaming like a beacon..cold and
glittering she stood there. moon
drenched skin gleaming like a beacon
and she tried to stop she tried to
go but there, in the distance,
she could still hear the clattering
sound of the hoofbeats, rapping
on the road, knocking on
hell's door...and she stood
there, her eyes gleaming like
a beacon, her hair gleaming
like blackest midnight
and a scream drowning in her throat
as she watched his
shadow disappear into the
ghost of another life .
