A Love So Deadly

Karen Elson - The Ghost Who Walks

The ghost who walks

she's on the prowl

for the man she loved,

he cut her down

it was an ordinary night in June

when he drove her to the lake

so they could watch the full moon

The ghost who walks

she's on the prowl

for the man she loved,

he laid her down

in the tall grass

he kissed her cheek

but with a knife in his hand

he plunged it in deep

She looked at him with pleading eyes

he softly spoke,

"my dear the love has died"

and then he muffled her desperate cries

under the moonlight

Ghost who walks

she's on the prowl

wanders in the moonlight

she's crying to herself because

eyes never once looked cruel

but the moon in the blade 

shimmered like a jewel

she looked at him with pleading eyes

he softly spoke,

"my dear the love has died"

and then he muffled her deadly cries

under the moonlight

Under the moonlight

under the moonlight

under the moonlight

 Is this what love is?  Do I dare question it?

Is there no pure love?  Can love between men and women ever truly be done with purity of heart?

Our world is held under a system of domination..  Hierarchy in all spheres of life...  How does one deal?  How does one love?

Patriarchy is embedded within every interaction (unless one truly fights the dominant systems of thought, and truly fighting is nearly deadly).

Our thoughts are clogged to the core, devilish even.

May we fight this?  It is possible?

I believe it is... but we must learn from our mistakes and become conscious of the processes that proliferate throughout our society and within our very minds and souls.

We are tainted.

If you cannot admit you are tainted by thoughts of domination, of subordination, I would think again.

There's no escaping this.

This is why we must fight.

This is why we must change.

This is why I write, pour out my heart to the world, hoping to not care of the judgement I will surely receive, even if only in whispers and creeping silence.

I must be honest with myself before I can be honest with this writing.

I am the devil, the wicked, just as much as anyone else in the world.

But this does not mean I'm THE devil, the ultimate evil.

I am simply human in a wicked world of hate, as are you.