Charlotte Dymond

I recently went to Cornwall and heard a little story about the ghost of Charlotte Dymond. It turns out she is dissapearing with time. This is a first person narrative from a mortal man who has fallen in love with her. It is still a first draft, scribbled

I see you crouching by the stream

I here you laughing in my head

My love for you would burn so bright

If you were to leave me for dead.

 

Remember when we walked alone?

On Bodmin Heath we'd speak no word

Lost you amongst the ancient stones

My life is but a test for you.

 

I gazed on your immortal eyes

On lonely peaks you touched my skin

I know the river's where you sleep

I know that you will let me in.

 

And though I've never kissed your face

And though I've not yet seen your bed

If only they had murdered me.

I'll stand by you when I am dead.