The Sketch

Lines on paper
Lies from my mind
Only marks
At a moment in time

One moment dead
The next alive
Rising from
A restless mind

A waif, just a girl
But without a soul
Troubles me greatly
And as she comes she

Smiles discreetly
Grins in soft light
Of cool calm night
When she came alive

She whispers, says to forget
Forget all you’ve been told
This night is your last
Before I take your soul