The cornwall rocks

 I lost my life not far from the sea oh so ghastly
Near estate pasture land, soul breath over the blades of grass
Following breeze as it combs through his essence lost within 
My killer was the housemaid from the mansion

She hovered over my body
Blade in hand head still nodding
Drops of blood off knife
Last seconds of life

She placed small volcanic rocks over my body
She danced over the boulders blood wanting
Midnight's tide churning somewhere nearby
Through crevices of the coast sighing

Cloud hides moon so there were no witnesses
she ran barefoot into the pasture brazenly
In that grass, which no animal ever grazed
Spirit trapped under rocks now emerging
Calling her lythe body to come to me
My message caught her like boomerang runes
Cloud moved away showing her to the moon

Illuminate her path back where my body rests
Sky became clearer exposing the midnightness
The sense of guilt in her steps to ground of murder
Witness to the ghost I am occuring now to her
Asking her back to embrace me once more
She looked at the bloody knife and listened
Still in her stained hands glistening

She rubbed it off on the grass and stopped dancing
Turned and attempted to run back toward the mansion
As her feet moved forward the land moved back
She remained in place near where my rock cracked
The whole field lit in pale hues by a midnight moon
She continued running but her position didn't move
The long pines laughed as the wind threw them around

whispering between owl hoot and crashing wave sounded
No shortcuts in life or death, no straights in a world so round...