The Woman In White

Spooky silhouettes

Conquering the 

Walls like a dream.

Of a Sorcerer

In a Grandmother's tale.

And a woman clad

In Jasmine, dwelling

Upon a foggy tree.

An old cry of

Melancholy.

Weaved into a

Sublime song.

Scars afresh have

Shadowed the 

Darkness with time.

The Sorcerer is confined 

Between the pages.

The fog hides

Behind the tree in

A spherical disguise.

Spying outside my window.

I am in love, with the night.