She was but a whisper into the wind
Hollow and shrill, moving deep into the soul
Echoed into the ears
And rattled the chest
Silhouette flowing gracefully, catching on but the breeze
Hair to skin to lips to eyes, all as clear as fog
Teasingly moving, drawing one closer
Through the yard, through the woods
Down the path in leading to the river
His blank stare searched for her eyes
Unaware of the icy water,
Lapping at the waist
She turns and reaches, her hand to his
She gets just close enough, he gets a chill
Is it from the water—now up to his chest?
Or the ghostly mist that connected their hands?
Now more intrigued, engulfed by desire, he takes a step.
With this step to be his last the icy waters swirl
A lasting breath filled with water, choking life away
Finally the waters pulled him away on rolling with the current
We see them now hand in hand, strolling the water’s edge
His widow watches from the balcony
Him and his mistress drifting into the fog
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