She loves to move alone over cold water, <br /> <br />She knows to move over the dark, cold water; <br /> <br />She loves to toss a coin into the cold, dark water, <br /> <br />To know it is lost beneath the water, <br /> <br />To later know it alone beneath the dark water. <br /> <br />Under the city, in the dark, <br /> <br />Water flows over perpetual rock. <br /> <br />She knows her tower above the city, <br /> <br />She loves to hover over the city, to see <br /> <br />The marrow pulse and glow, she knows <br /> <br />The death moan of the city, how it jewles, <br /> <br />How it counts, how it stretches over the shuttered provinces, <br /> <br />To the farthest border. <br /> <br />Under the city, in the dark, <br /> <br />Water flows over perpetual rock. <br /> <br />She is a ghost in the air, an Ariel; <br /> <br />She tells the screamers till there is silence, <br /> <br />She silences the wolf and the seal, the fouled horse; <br /> <br />She stares the hollow to remorse, to <br /> <br />Recall the cold, the dark, she loves <br /> <br />To move alone with the dark, cold water. <br /> <br />Under the silk-crack, the skyscape, <br /> <br />Under the cry-field, the tool room, <br /> <br />Under the city, in the dark, <br /> <br />Water flows over perpetual rock<br /><br />Rozen Maiden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holloween-poem/
