10 February 2013
In the corner, don't you see her? Hiding like a mouse.
Tears of fear- don't perceive her. In this ancient house.
I step closer, I fall, I scream, her icy eyes alight.
If she weren't there, I'm sure, I swear, I'd make it through the night.
Her wash robes bloody, battered, scared, a rip in every seam,
And yet she stays- she does not flee, nor fade, nor pass, nor scream.
She just sits there, white, transparent, my maid, my love, my dream.
The Maid • Opuss № I