Phantom of the Past
A phantom chased me
In the dark blue midnight;
My leg caught on the silk gown,
And I tumbled down the road.
When the phantom got closer,
I could not see his face.
Veiled in black he was;
But he called out my name
With such intensity,
That I knew at once, who
The voice belonged to.
I got back up and ran
Towards the mansion on the high hill;
The phantom stopped chasing me,
I thought I lost him.
I opened the cobwebbed doors;
They creaked and groaned in defiance.
"Who's the intruder?"
Yelled someone from upstairs.
"I'm lost and scared"
Replied I.
There was nowhere to go,
So I spent the night on the floor;
I wasn't offered any food or drink,
Nor did I ever see the face of the owner.
When the clock struck midnight,
I heard the doors groan again;
A single flame was approaching me,
I trembled and asked "Who is it?"
The face got closer to the flickering light
And there was my dead lover
"I've come to take you My Love";
Now the ghosts will be heard from the overhead mansion.
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