Ghostly

Pale face and misted eyes,
Past, a blur, a blur of lies,
Flowing hair of white and grey,
Passing through the town one day,
Walked through walls and open doors,
Sat upon cathedral floors,
Lent a spark to light the flame,
Then began her tainted game,
Blackened ash upon her heart,
Cursed her corpse upon the cart,
Upon the cart within a box,
Within a hearse, blood stained her frocks,
For she was told she would be spared,
But never had she even dared,
To ask for light to claim her soul,
She lusted just to pay the toll,
To pay the ice and pay the dark,
With all her pacts, she'd make her mark,
A tainted lust to naught grow old,
Her hell on earth, her dark threshold.