The Ghost of Maiden's Peak

Onyx rivers streak down from her eyes,
As she wears away at her pathetic disguise;
Crocodile tears etch into her flawless skin,
Tracing the dimples beside her petty grin.

She's draped from head to toe in linen and pearls,
And her golden hair is falling down in curls;
She's all made up for her beloved wedding day,
Waiting for her husband to be, down by Oceans Bay.

Her veins scream in horror - echoing through her soul,
And she cries in agony for her heart that he stole;
Her back creaks in decay as she stands to say:
"Forever I am yours, always at this peak I'll stay!"

Her dress is ripped and torn, she's rusting at the core,
With blood splotches; she remembers the vows she swore;
A perfect beauty queen with a bullet in her cheek,
Is what we all know as the ghost of Maiden's Peak.

-Jenna Elphick
June 12, 2007