The Haunted Woman
Her hair is wild, her eyes are bright,
She holds him fast within her sight.
But demons take him in the night,
From the Lady of Alvarez.
Within the mists of dreams she’s weeping.
Through restless toss and turns of sleeping;
And in the night she rises shrieking,
Sad Lady of Alvarez.
What has torn him from her side?
She cries as vultures flap the sky.
But round her only shadows sigh
For the Lady of Alvarez.
Though without her heart grows fonder,
Deep inside her mind does wander;
With half closed eyes she nods and ponders.
The Mad Lady of Alvarez.
Within the dark there, something beckons.
She knows not what she’ll have to reckon.
And though with doom her soul is threatened,
Walks the Lady of Alvarez.
She steps into the coiling gloom,
Beneath the chilled and shrouded moon.
She’ll find a way to join him soon.
Farewell, Lady of Alvarez.
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