soul

Though not a dream
She blurred the edges
Of my vision
Purged my entropy
A soft breeze
On the flesh
Of my fading soul

Beauty such as this
evokes the most carnal
of spirits
desires beastial
but also draws out
the stolid knight
the dreamer
and the poet
beauty like this
inspires
body and soul

And the blood
it stained her neck
And the tears
they stained her heart
And the night
it stained her soul

but for all the stains
at last she felt
vivid
full of color and life
at last