A Lay of Gladden

I watch her pale hair flow in the heavy mist

Her eyes so cold. We gaze as one.

The Maiden of Gladden.

I watch her sallow lips intone the names of her departed,

Her words so warm. We pray as one.

The Lover of Gladden.

I watch her aching heart grow still as an unmarked grave.

Her pain so deep. We fade as one.

The Wraith of Gladden.

How I wish I too could sleep in cool water.