These Moors
Creeping through the the moors of this castle,
the ghosts of my past lingers and haunts me.
These damp walls that has imprisoned me has the
bloodstained tears I have given and it seeps through it's
old cracked cobblestones.
My once beautiful flowing silk gown is now tattered and torn.
The tears that has streaked my face, has soaked my long
auburn hair to my skin.
My porcelain skin has not seen the sun peeking through my
stain glass windows in the past coming dawns.
My betroth has left this world and no longer return to me
in human form.
"Oh my beloved, should I dare come join you, My soul is empty
with out you beside me?" As I ponder the thought looking over
this sea cliff.
So as I walk back through these moors alone with a sorrowful
heavy heart,
I can feel your ghostly presence gliding next to me weeping in sync as I.
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