She

 The lighthouse blinked, deep in shadows gray,

A fog-horn bordered the distanced lines,

A few stars scattered above the bay,

And scintillating, mirrored in her eyes;

The betrothal blossoming of western winds,

That blow the world across the quay,

Melded with the rising mist, the moon rescinds,

And faded in the deepness of the dark sway;

Along the sea-wall, a steady sloshing of the swell,

The waves rising high now, far from level,

Coming closer evermore to where her love doth dwell,

She sees with her heart, the growing form of the Devil;

She breathed the lonesome air, her soul's accord,

As the tempest caressed the waves' soft voice,

Embraced she was, by the the silvering chord,

That became her undoing, lonesome choice; 

The moonlight drenched in silver flame,

As two forms outlined inside the nightly coals,

Thenceforth heard her heart, and felt her claim,

As they danced their waltz above the waves and shoals;

The rain of that storm till the present, lingers,

Inspiration she seeks from an invisible spring,

She feel the passion fade through her fingers,

Life has yet so much more to bring;

Sailing across the sea with the coldest breeze,

With a rose upon her chest, she'll rest all alone,

Who knows if ever shall she rest in peace,

With her forgotten name engraved on a tombstone..!!