Blackmore

Tethered to Blackmore mist,
Ethereal essence harbors no bliss
Dwelling amongst cemetery stones,
Scavenge remnants of ashen bones.

No rest for the wicked they say,
She’d sooner just melt away
Like spring caressing snow,
Manna for tormented below.

Encased by self-inflicted prison,
Scourge summoned, has risen.
Bound, she exists between two vales,
Whilst harvest moon, wane pales.

Harken 'neath gild moonbeam,
Echoes of a banshee scream.
To defy enchantment refrain,
Only perpetuates agonizing pain.

She croons a lover's serenade,
So devious, a bedeviled masquerade.
Those who love deeply turn away,
A heart claimed immune by a sway.

Haunted by disheartening illusion,
Wander unrepentant in tormenting seclusion
Condemned evermore seeking beloved true,
Unquenchable thirst bids ignoble adieu.