The Silver Lady

 

The Silver Lady

Wanders the woods

By night

Her hair is liquid silver

Her eyes the coldest ice.

She walks

Barefoot

Over the sleeping dead

And just for that night

They wake and wander

With her.

She has no name

That they remember

But from her pale glow

And silver hair

They pulled her name

The Silver Lady

Like a white rabbit

From a hat.

She is both the living

And the dead

And she walks

As a ghost

Through woods by night

And through the heavens

By day.

None know when she lived

Nor how

Nor where

But rumour tells that

She searches the dead

For the one she lost

And that only

When she has found him

Will she finally be

Put to rest

At his side.

The Silver Lady

Wanders the woods

By night

Her hair is liquid silver

Her eyes the coldest ice.