the golden girl

She haunts like a ghost,
Wanders these halls lost.
Her misty dreamy eyes.
Twinkling like fireflies.

She deals in coins and gold
And snatches my soul.
Nameless, silent and fair,
There's fire in her hair.

No respite, no redemption -
For the time for words is past.
Am I just a coward ?
Or a mere stranger to her ways.

No smoke, no spirit can soothe
This dull burning despair.
Stellar dreams placate
An aching heart tonight.