The Lover's Stream

She was a ghost to haunt my dreams
I stalked her through the bitter woods
To hide and bide among the trees
She seized her stroll and then she stood  

Her eyes fixated on silver water
Reflections beam pictures of slaughter  

I loved her past the death and dreams
Her soul by mine we can die bound
I lay her down to float upon the lover’s stream
And then myself, I breathe to drown
Entomb the lovers suffocate or bleed  
You seem at peace, you make no sound