Fortune's Forest

She sails on cotton dreams
while watching bloody, chafed bodies flow downstream
She haunts the night,
she adores feigns of fright
she only complains about death's aftertast, tart
Devil renders her virgin heart
but it bled his eyes dry
He's in love
with the ghost of grandeur.

She's incognizant of her pretty plague
that which inprisons these demons in her tampered cage
keeping the redolent malignance at bay
She uses her love to say whatever she cares to say

That night of remembrance for the foresters
burns in their minds like a deranged traveller
thus they strangled her
stole her breathe like a soaring shark
stripped naked, just as we once were
Her sight withered like a wrinkled woman
Her dead, dry eyes as foriegn as a Dutchman

She roams in the vortex...
between heaven and hell,
hung in Shakespeare's feary forest,
she casts her spell.