Ghost Lorelei Poem by Amouta Stardancer

Oh Lorelei, the lady in white,
oh Lorelei, causing such fright,
and as I walk the halls tonight,
I sense about me your worldly sprite.

Oh ghostly maiden who walks the halls,
walking always to where she falls,
moaning sadly her lonely calls,
oh the maiden who haunts these walls.

And all the pillows, collect her tears,
staining their surface with wet, dark smears.
Her wailings continue year and more years,
no rest to her soul, no rest to my fears.

In the mirrors I see her face,
in ghostly colors of whites and grays,
all dressed up in satin and lace,
her head bowed love in sad disgrace.

And oh her tantrums are quite the thunder,
causing commotion for every blunder,
I look about and know but wonder,
oh why does she cause me such conundrums.

Now why must you pester me, you apparition,
spectre, spirit, what is your mission,
“My lover’s kiss in love’s tradition,
is all I have left for the wishing.”

And poor Lorelei, the lady in white,
still walks my halls each and every night,
but no longer does it cause me fright,
for I know this maiden’s lonesome plight.