The woman in white was wailing at the gate
Her whisps wrapped around the iron bars
As though she was shackled in the earth
I asked her why
She did not hear me over the wind carrying her cries to my unfortunate ears

Is it the coins tinkling in death's pocket I hear
Is he coming or does he only watch whispering no words of caution

Broken glass is no good for bare feet
I find myself
Where I have not tread before
This road winds longer on the way down
The way up was so steep, yet not as eerie

I felt the push and I ignored the pull
Before I even arrived
My pulse will thrum and my chest struggle to fill itself with air
If only my wisdom ran as deep as my fear

The other woman will come, stand in the window
A man will stand beside her, blood on his hands
The lights may never stop playing tricks on my eyes
They will find in my dreams tonight
Let this be the extent of my worries
The mutterings of my prayers will not be in vain