To me, she is still a beautiful mystery.
Never had an encounter, never spoken.
Only through beautiful, haunting images.
Like fallen angels on the crumbling church walls of old.
Images that invoke fear in others that don't understand,
but to us,
we are connected. Entwined like vines in dreams and fantasies.

She's the lady of the coffin whom, in my mind each night, i crawl inside
with her for comfort and safety.
Caressing her face, I fall asleep in peace with her beside me.

We die. We wake.