Little did he know he was making love to a ghost, 
When rain was in the air, 
And the hope she could be cherished is what she dreamt of most. 

She always came with lightening speed when he said that he’d be there, 
His motives taming, ever taunting, 
When the rain was in the air.   

She was trapped, caught by his power, ever daunting, 
Devouring her mere thoughts, his words her intellect did respect… 
His motives taming, ever taunting.   

She would cry, she would scream but in attitude, genuflect 
Caught in a never-ending cycle, relentlessly to please. 
Devouring her mere thoughts, his words her intellect did respect…   

He had other means by which to bring her to her knees, 
Since the precipice had long been calling to them, 
Caught in a never-ending cycle, relentlessly to please. 
Blood began to trickle from the thorns along the stem, 
Little did he know he was making love to a ghost, 
Since the precipice had long been calling to them, 
And the hope she could be cherished is what she dreamt of most.

Written by: Kathryn China Hayzer

“To me, being a goddess means reaching inner peace that was vacant in my life for so very long. It also means leading an authentic and honest life, and empowering my daughter and others to find their Hygge and to do the same.” – KCH 2021