She was divinity's creature that kissed in cold mirrors A queen of snow, far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere Dark liquored eyes, an Arabian nightmare She shone on watercolors of my pond life as pearl Until those who couldn't have her, cut her free of this world That fateful eve when the breeze stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight or to death is their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed save a mist on the rise A deadly blessing to hide her ghost in the fog They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog One million branches, and she loves every one.