Woman in White

I heard a whistle piercing the night sky,

The moon shone from everywhere and nowhere,

On the water stood a woman, cloaked in white,

Inky eyes of black and long strings of hair.

No one could see her, no one but I,

For she takes many forms, in the night,

Those who love her live a lie,

And those who know her long to die.

She reached out her hand, slim and long,

But I refused to take it,

The wailing voices' screaming song,

Boats passing by, their lanterns lit.

Coldness fell, and starlight vanished,

Summer's golden slipped away,

Shots in the dark, hits bring blood,

You can hear the cries from where they lay.

The survivor's crying, calling, screaming,

"Help them! Take away the blood!"

Voices fade in the night, sirens wailing,

The dreams at night that we can't outrun.

As all ships pass the horizon in the end,

Undeviating graves embrace dew-dropped grass,

And one day she'll come back again,

And death's own death shall be the last.