As In A Dream Under Anaesthesia

As in a dream under anaesthesia Tottered round under the Lightning; I help up my hand And in the sky face the fingers Lighted. They reflect gray enlarged on my Face. Then - as if not enough - I startled at peal of giant Thunder - ‘It be here' I Shrieked. But in the distant kilometers Loomed delighted. I scared got used to Being scared - that night of Tempest. Not just tempest but horrors Added themselves. For in the forlorn house of Solitude I witnessed her - the Ghost Lady In turquoise of red flaming The robes were long The paces stately The eyes red rotated.