At long last waiting, the cool night appears,
It conjures up my chilled body, with my fears,
She walks along the cobblestones the most,
No, she is not an adoring, more a doomed host.

Frozen like the lake shimmering from the moonlight,
A ghost, a temptress on her nocturnal, solitary night,
Each and every evening when the town clock rings,
She returns to gather all her earthly, past belongings.

Nor does she realize she is dead, alone and no more,
The cherished one seeking, she can no longer adore,
When she's lost crying breaks open this quiet place,
I stare like a zombie but see no distinguishing face.

The cemetery like an abandoned, desolate home,
Where only the dead and the fearful currently roam,
They scream from their tombs and call out at midnight,
Such a mournful and screeching comes hither the fright.

The gravestones were broken and now faded with time,
Grass now is overgrown and faded flowers you'll find,
A wrought-iron fence surrounding them so confined,
No apparition or bestie came to host and to dine.

She turns when she sees me so heavily entranced,
Should I scream out and run or ask her to dance,
When she steals my soul and then leaves me to die,
Will, I then wander her courtyard and hopelessly cry?