A written message of misery, laid on a chair;
A breathless whisper mournful, bequeathed to still air.
The ghostly girl glanced 'round, with furtive grace;
And disappeared, as she had come, from that lonely place.

She, treading on her way, with sorrow stepped,
And hung her gentle head, and softly wept.
A pang of longing caused her form to quake;
Her hands clasped to her breast, to protect the heart she felt would break.

In that dark moment, grieving, she made her stand.
She imagined her loved ones beside her, holding her hand.
She swore she'd live to see them again someday,
And with that word of courage, continued on her lonely way.