She tiptoed where old feathers blew,
Where leaves gathered & snow lay new,
Over cobbled streets, where sun once shone,
She was the ghost of times now long gone.
She whispered around corners cold &
grey,
Where beggars begged & the lonely
strayed,
Upon iced winds, beneath old blood moons,
She´s within raven´s voice upon ancient
tombs.
She was the eternal ghost of times gone by,
Trapped between two worlds, upon sad sigh,
Searching for the love she´d once left
behind,
Recalling the only man, that to her was
kind.
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