Quicksilver

From time to time, I often recall memory
A creature as ghastly as myself
Her hair silver light ~ with eyes deathly blue
A much brighter face, quickly reddened
And white teeth with tall charms
Long fingers wanding eyes
Humbug classrooms lit white
Withered moonshine lips
And might’s possessed in
Lives she takes from sheets

I often see dark scenes.

By late night and gloomy morning
Where the unliving ‘waltz away
As humanity sing in sun
We ought not see the light of day

Her eyes field figures
For all who stop and stare

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