ꞝ ⋆ ࣪. A lily in a twilight downtown? A moonflow'r in the forlorn nightfall? Strange neat of a woman's face of wildflow'r-white! The cloudburst that hangs a star's green ray slim on a leaf-point's restlessness, is not so glimmering green and gray as was her dress with the name, 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐞-𝐁𝐚𝐭. She held her mouth up redly wan, and burning cold, bent and kissed such rosy snow as some wild dawn makes of a mist. God shall not take from that hour, when round neck of her white arms clung! When 'neath my lips, like some fierce flower, her white throat swung! Or words she murmured while she leaned! Witch-words, she holds me softly by, the spell that binds to a fiend until the end. 🦇