The Guest

Stanza 24

My gaze first fell upon her hair
Red like a flame twice flared 
She whispered to me of mournings
And I suspect they were now warnings
But I never was quite prepared

My gaze then fell upon her eyes
Dark like pools and ever so wise
But then something was also missing
Perhaps lost in her own reminiscing
A truth never said just implied

My gaze then fell upon her toes
White like clay in pointed hose
At the sight, I was struck, I was shaken
Her feet off the floor, was I mistaken?
I’d have left but I’d already froze