The Ghost Orchid Thief


The ghost orchid bedevils my brain
to breach and plunder.
Restless, I comb the swamp in vain.
Alone in the everglades, I have free rein
to forage under rain and thunder.
The ghost orchid bedevils my brain.
I ache for its soapy scent and the petal bane
whose spell I fall under.
Restless, I comb the swamp in vain.
Time and again, Fakahatchee laws arraign
my every escapade, condemn each plunder.
The ghost orchid bedevils my brain.
With the stigma of this holy land I profane
splattered on my shirt, I crash like thunder,
restless. I comb the swamp in vain,
defying the marshland's perils. I can't refrain
every dusk as the sun goes under.
The ghost orchid bedevils my brain.
Restless, I comb the swamp in vain.

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