Her noble birth bespoke her faith, but this child of wealth could not escape
The pressure caused by weaken thoughts, haunting voices, shifting shapes
Shadows tall that danced so close, around her bed in moon's pale light
Clouded mind from nightmares dark sent her screaming through the night
Her sunken eyes, unfathom wells, stared through space with childlike fright
Tresses red as burning flames which brighten the dark with their red light
Haunting beauty, pure and fair, sweet Emma with the long red hair
Tangled cobwebs of her world, held her tightly in their lair
Her dear dead parent's only child, she was by right a millionaire
No-one knew what ghosts she saw, no spoken words were ever clear
But by her state of mental health, she was not a person to keep near
So her wordly friends kept far away as they drove by in new sports cars
Only Emma knew the truth, she saw dead people who were not there
On the edge of a blacken hole, through her dreams she did behold
The demons of forgotten souls, and heard their many wailing sounds
An early grave claimed its bride, sweet Emma dressed in her white gown
copyrightŠ2006Irene
