Descends from wilderness of the stars <br />traversing in the dark <br />earthly soil <br /> <br />Looking back <br />I see that lady in over all white <br />loosen like <br />human post of the light <br />over the wooden turning of <br />the weeds in the shadow <br />of death <br />of fear <br />of horror <br />of terrible run away <br />from weeds jerking <br /> <br />bamboo's hair in <br />my flesh rising up <br />like a tamed coy percupine <br /> <br />and the white soul <br />reverbarating <br />untouchable as Diana's face <br />as virgin as Mona Lisa's smile <br />flows round the night of <br />sexualizing modern vampire <br /> <br />ascending back into the <br />wilderness of the stars <br /> <br />twisting among mortal minds <br />vibrating to believe <br />the lucrative story <br />of my ghost fantasy<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fantasy-ghost-hunting-white-lady/
