My Spirit Poem by Vision Ghost

Following the rivers of many tears, and her calling upon the air
To the corner of the darkened room, you shall find her there
Head buried deep in knees pulled up, childlike fear does reap
Awaiting the hand of the man of sanctuary, away her fears seep

As of lunar cycles passed her by, as did the love for her kinship
Alone and awaiting someone, to end this nightmare in courtship
For distance is the curse of the caring, she so longs within her life
Body poised and ready, though broken from years in such strife

Days now so captivated in fantasy, and ears of some reasoning
For her plight is recognised yet understood, by those diminishing
Her music as her words, do spill across these lands as for verses
That her audience be of angels, of her mindful and lonely curses

To be coveted and denied would be, to tear the wings off the bat
And placed within the confines, of hell for every demon that spat
To her knees she fell, unto this emotion so powerful and so pure
So in darkness she wept, until the calls of her children did allure

Away from the agony of this faded spirit, in strength now so lost
Partially invisible to the worldly perceptions, only to herself cost
Wise though to find mind felt caress, of the others she may find
That a secular part of mankind do bring forth, hearts true and kind

This for her allowance to anathematise, the climate of her descent
That for a time in her life, she may finally fall back and pain, relent
But her heart is real, and in young innocent demeanours do play
For a time not so far bound, when a stranger brings forth the day

For the day of her captivation is freed, and the bonds of loneliness
Are snapped and severed, thus to the floor they may fall lifeless
That then she walks, under the red fickle sun and the warming sky
So in confidence now, that she knows of a smile that shall never die