She no longer knows.

a swirling shadow claims her pail allure.
Her face a memory that I once prized
buried in ghouls born by an evil pure
that through her, render true desires disguised.

the shadows I endeavor to, just, graze
in my hand shades dissolve, and leave a fear
and broiled skin. Tempests breed upon the haze,
that strikes and smolders those that stray a-near

perhaps a brightened blaze would clear the shade,
or mayhap I could cloak the light, and stare
as specters fade away - absolving maid
Of broken soul, its hatred through despair.

Her burdened surface I attempt and trudge,
Her spirit I only can try and judge.