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Reynolds, ASCAP@2010



She said my love was perfect

No greater could be found

I swore her kiss lay heavy

And pinned me to the ground.

Her voice was like hot butter

Songs rolled right off her tongue

Her stories told of forests

Of men with dogs and guns.


We watched the night together

She heard the mournful hounds

But neither man or animal

Could make those beastly sounds.


She felt a haint was present

She smelled a dying breeze

It stood on solid earth here

Where hell and heaven meet

She ventured to the edge

Discovered footprints bare

She tracked it to the muddy end

But vanished in mid-air. 


She froze quite still and shaken

A young girl’s memory scared

Her back into our cabin

To tend to supper there. 


Her dreams were plagued by spirits

She reached above the sink

And mixed a drink of bitters

That dulled her nerves to sleep.

Her mind was like the daybreak fog

October’s chill had brought

She did not trust her instincts

Could not control her thoughts. 


She wandered hill and holler

Long rifle in her hands

But fire and lead are useless

Within this ghostly land.   


She fell by Sinners Creek

Exhausted from her walk

She drifted from this world we know

Heard ancient voices talk:

“He is still here and roams these woods

Where you once laughed and loved.

He did not hear the hunters’ cries

He did not hear the guns.” 


His sadness walks the paths you walked

Your true heart, yes, he knows

But now he is a tortured soul

And you must let him go. 


I saw the dark clouds open up

The sunshine burned my face

I looked below on Sinners Creek

And vanished from that place. 


We watched the moon together

She said her goodbyes then

Her eyes could still not see me

Half animal, half man.