The Lady In White Poem by Azazel Olds

Breath taking she was.

draped in an elegant white gown over her soft skin with eyes that reflected a better world, a world where my pain and sadness were numbed by her vigorous tight embrace.

Quickly I fell for her with a never ending desire with my heart racing and my eyes opened wide shut I could not see her love came with a high price.

I had become a monster falling victim to my selfish vice.

Demonized I was, Vilify me they did, they would have burned me at the stake had they been able I had proven that once again I was unstable.

Bound by iron shackles in a prison of my own creation I see her staring down at me far beyond my reach.

For one last time she came to me only now I had seen her true form that was hidden beneath the veil I had tailored.

Draped in a tattered black gown over her brittle decaying skin with eyes that reflected the cataclysm of my world.

My sadness and pain, my happiness and joy were fading away forever at the vigorous tight embrace of her hand around my throat.

As the life begins to drain from my eyes I find myself thinking breath taking she truly was.