Spectre
A
ghostly figure sits by the crystal blue lake.
Her
long, dark hair falls in tendrils,
Framing
her perfect, pale face.
A
sea of white silk cascades around her bare feet;
There
is no reflection in the rippling water.
She
turns; her transparent blue eyes are brimming with sadness.
Her
gaze says just one thing:
“You
never saw me here.”
And
then she is gone, leaving her presence there
Like
a bitter wind of secrets and death.
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