Lorelei

Lorelei

A Poem by Wayne Peake
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Lorelei

Lorelei, Lorelei, my Lorelei
For you I lament, for you that I cry

On an ill-fated wind is an evil that rides
Waxing and waning with withering tides
A boon to the locusts a feast for the flies

Her heart chilled in that somber night’s breeze
Soft whispers from death brought on her disease
Haunted by shadows with unnatural pleas

Darkness grew around her so twisted and foul
The rats they would gather the wolves they would howl
It frightened to flight the hoary night owl

Lorelei, Lorelei, my Lorelei
For you I lament, for you that I cry

I followed her footsteps down that darkened hall
To infernal depths my supernal angel would fall
But I loved her; I loved her, in spite of it all

Her sweet voice intoned the spell that she sung
As her lips drank away the life of the young
Corrupting and killing her soul was undone

Never to walk again in Sol’s holy light
She abides now within the Plutonian night
The breath of the plague; the bringer of blight

Lorelei, Lorelei, my Lorelei
For you I lament, for you that I cry

© 2008 Wayne Peake


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Wayne Peake
Wayne Peake

pontiac, MI



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Wayne Peake spent his early childhood in the small town of Trout Lake on the edge of the Hiawatha National Park. It was and is -- a beautiful place, surrounded by cedar swamp and dense forest. Moss gr.. more..

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