by Joe Solmo

She walked, walked across the graveyard

She glided, glided through the tall wet grass

The Moonlight, moonlight illuminated

Her face, I was aghast.

I followed, followed the forlorn maiden

I skulked, skulked behind the worn stones

The air still, air still as she suddenly stopped

Her intent, was unknown.

She bent down, bent down at the marker,

She teared up, teared up at the sight

The darkness, darkness wrapped around us

I wondered, what brought her out here this night.

Her solemn, solemn expression so bewitched me

I inched, inched closer to her entranced

The smell, smell of the wet grass reached me

I watched, as she began to dance.

She swayed, swayed through the shadows

She floated, floated through the moonbeams

Silent steps, steps graceful and light

Entranced me, I was living in a dream

She stopped, stopped as the bell chimed midnight

She turned, turned towards me hiding close

The night, night revealed her face to me

I sobbed, seeing an expression so morose.

She smiled, smiled a saddened smile

She stepped, stepped a few paces back

The stone’s, stone’s cold rock stopped her

I watched, her slip inside the stone’s crack.

The season, season of autumn’s colors

The season, of a thinly covered veil

The season, that I can visit my lover

At her grave, her dance in the light pale.

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