Literature
The Lady in White
The Lady in White comes to me after dusk.
Slowly, she approaches as I watch.
I find it hard to breathe,
Yet I’ve never felt more at peace.
It’s been a thousand years since I first saw her,
This Lady of esoteric elegance.
She is nothing like the others that come
Deep in the night when the gibbous moon hangs high.
Is She an illusion?
A trick of the light bouncing off my window?
Nay, She is the regale embodiment of what is yet to come.
She was I,
And I shall be Her.
I do not shutter at this,
For we have only a brief time on this ancient stone.
She has taught me that.
And as time drifts towards infinity,
So too will I finally follow H
