Sweet Kirakahl
by:  Steve Lindell - Lakewood, CO

The likeness of sweet Kirakahl
Drove men wild, yes one and all.
The maiden fair stayed pure as lace
Until the night of the Gentlemen's Ball.

She donned her dress, made up her face,
And disappeared at a hurried pace.
She walked up to the carriage wheel,
And told the driver, "To the Ball!  Please race!"

The carriage through the night did steal,
The torches burned, and the bells did peal.
With visions of romance in her head,
The night's bitter chill she did barely feel.

Her Mum thought she was in her bed.
She was often silent when she read.
But this night throught the window she went
By pure intentions her heart was led.

The carriage arrived, the horses spent
For they had galloped -- as if hellbent.
She opened her purse, gavehim some gold
And back to the night, the carriage went.

She straightened her skirts, shook off the cold,
And moved through the gates, her motion bold.
The palace was covered with glittering light,
And when he caught her eye, her heart was sold.

She knew his strength, she knew his height --
And the folks that saw them swore, "Love at first sight!"
They danced all evening around the ball,
And after the suare, danced into the night.

Then into his arms, she softly did fall,
He asked her her name, with a voice so small.
His eyes melted her down to her ivory core,
And she whispered to him, "I'm called Kirakahl."

He whisked her away from the ballroom floor
Down through the hall, and through the grand door.
He brought her away from the palace that night.
Kirakahl was in love, and couldn't ask for more.

The two of them waltzed down the road, out of sight.
He covered her shoulders from the winds bitter bite . . .
Then some guests swear that Kirakahl screamed!
None sure of it -- but some of them might.

Say 'twas her.  To others it seemed
To be the blowing of the wind.  They deemed
It's possible if nothing more.
But then all was silent -- had they all dreamed?

Had they heard the shriek that came before?
Was it the wind and nothing more?
Then fast -- a whinnying of a horse,
And that same carriage's wheels did roar.

Across the cobblestones so coarse
It had come from a ghostly source.
Yes!  From out of the night it seemed to come,
And quickly filled them with remorse.

They all knew it then, and they were struck dumb.
'Twas the Night embodied that had come
For sweet Kirakahl.  And to this day
It is said that her ghost will numb

Your fingertips as if cold if you say
Her beautiful name in that province near.
They swear it true that once per moon,
She dances around the fated ballroom.

And so I ask -- Are there any here
That will visit the palace?  Confront the fear?
That sweet Kirakahl may come and steal YOUR heart away?
So go there this moon -- Start your journey Today!