She sailed across the sea of silent stones,
Her ghostly face gleaming in spite of gloom.
I shadowed her; perhaps I should have known
That she was taking me to my own tomb.
Before I disappeared she made a call
Across the water, to my wakened self,
Awaiting both her and my future fall,
All-too-aware of the nightmares I’d felt.
Her words cast shadows on her sharpened teeth;
She took me far away from towns of graves
To which she’d steered me in my troubled sleep,
When I was minding as she misbehaved.
In dreams she bestowed me my final breath,
But in a call her voice was dulcet death.