Apparition rising and floating In a sweet mist Of spellbinding perfume She came from within The nucleus of a star Riding waves of music Touching my fevered brow Silently beckoning me To drink of champagne and snow To quench my thirst She came to rescue me From my abyss of sadness As her voice sang Flowers bloomed from rustic pots With a scent of mystic violets She whispered hauntingly The message of sages That I was a ghost myself Conscience is the dead speaking Lost love the ghost within As she spoke of undying love Slow death came over me As I kissed her bare neck Over and over again Dying in satisfaction...