• Lay she there
    With eyes, green and dimming,
    Ever spewing evil curse,
    “Be gone with ye!”
    Lay she there,
    And dead she soon will be.
    Shadows flicker and flail,
    Like fire on a moonless night,
    And the waves on endless sand
    Still yearning master’s command.
    . . . . .
    The girl,
    Malicious, dreadful, yet lovely thing
    Alone on arena floor.
    The girl
    Forgotten on arena floor.