Silent Maiden

Deathly stillness.
There she lies,
Upon a bed of stone;

And she bears the golden crown.

My heart is reaching out as the ghosts upon me frown.

A maiden who was lost
It was said, amid a lake
Not a whisper could have known
She would never again wake.

Her silent songs are echoing,
Though we who live are deaf.
The music of her presence,
Cannot behind be left.

But who once stroked her hair
In the courts at midnight hours
Felt her breath upon their flesh
Fell victim to her powers?

A veil of woven lace like fallen snow upon her face.
A stillness in her grace.
I am struggling within
My heart sets a faster pace.

And always it is reaching to the gatherings of silk.

Beneath their empty colours, once lived and breathed this girl;
Upon her bed would locks of deepest ebony unfulr.
My heart is reaching out to the gatherings of silk,
Beneath their gentle layers is a heart that could beat once;
A single chance;
And in the waters came undone.
Therefore Death her beauty won.

Glowing was her virgin skin
Where now is emptiness within.
But a gemstone in the darkness can still be seen to shine;
Her soul is not forgotten
In the ravishes of time.

A maiden who was lost
It was said, amid a lake
A single pearl was left
In the boat not by mistake.