The fiery stems of hell

Reached out to touch her mind.

She is unknown to herself

And to her own kind.

She was no human

And never will be

But whether she was real or not,

We shall see.

Snatched from my embrasing arms,

She met her doom

Among the scorching flames

That became her tomb.

My friend, my lover

Is gone from me

I must find her

I must find the key

To unlock her unconcious

And bring her back,

To remember herself

And what began to lack.

She is back, I can see.

Noone knows why she did it

Nor did she know

The reason why she summoned

The engulfing hole.

The pure soul that once

Refined her nature

Is now split

Between her stature.

She has come back

For me.

What were her intensions,

I will soon see.

Her body was never made

Nor was it broken

Only her spirit remained

And her words spoken.

Was she me?

How should I know?

A feminine ghost

In a male body, you know.

A part of me, perhaps

A part I never knew

Is gone from me

Her soul I can't renew.

She is back, I can see.

The ghost once a part of me.