What They Say!

They say…. She comes, When gusts of wind whistle and boom And the boughs of trees shake and rattle When the lilts of a doleful song Come floating through the desert air And waves on waves of enticing strain Percolate through the silent gloom When all at once, a foggy mist Blurs the sight and folds the Earth They say…. She comes, Gliding from the southern wild Out from a mysterious hide With a heady perfume swooning the sense Her white dress trailing the dust Her wavy hair lying loose Her rolling eyes glistening bright Weaving around a weird air And casting out a magic spell Enslaved within a castle desolate Forewarned not to roam in day light She sets out on her nocturnal round With the world lying wrapped in sleep. She paces vagrant up the wild Until dawn breaks and Sirius wanes With fire glowing in her veins And madness burning in her brain So weary………so forlorn, She roams under a starless sky Stealing away on moon blanched nights Never casting a shadow behind Never touching her feet on ground They say… Owls hoot and wolves howl Beasts wail and willows rustle That set the world on throes of fear And make the men shudder in terror