On a cold night a woman did lie,
Alone in her blood she'd been left to die,
Remembering what she'd been told to do
She begged for life her intentions true.

Twas a man who heard her cry,
And not wishing to see her die
Revived the life that had been lost,
Even though he knew there'd be a cost.

Later that night a girl came into being,
Twas the goblin's bride many ghosts were seeing,
Back at the scene left behind,
Their souls a grim reaper didn't find.

Years later on a tragic night,
A young girl had discovered by birthday light,
Across from her-her mother she didn't see,
A ghost was what it appeared to be.

Leaving her cake the girl had cried,
Longing for her mother who had long since died,
Twas a man whom she did meet,
From the grim reaper she made her retreat.

A hard life was what the girl faced,
With an aunt where love lefted no trace,
Yet she tried to push through,
Knowing that was the best she could do.