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She walked in twilight
singing softly to an empty sea,
it beckons her to jump and be free,
a phantom grieving in the night.
Under the moon she is a specter in white
weeping beneath the lover's tree,
she walked in twilight
signing softly to an empty sea.
With each passing hour hope burns less bright,
she trembles at a lone owls eerie plea
it haunts her like the cry of a banshee,
a traitors heart yearns to give into blight,
she walked in twilight.
singing softly to an empty sea,
it beckons her to jump and be free,
a phantom grieving in the night.
Under the moon she is a specter in white
weeping beneath the lover's tree,
she walked in twilight
signing softly to an empty sea.
With each passing hour hope burns less bright,
she trembles at a lone owls eerie plea
it haunts her like the cry of a banshee,
a traitors heart yearns to give into blight,
she walked in twilight.
My take on an oft told tale of the young woman's ghost that haunts the cliffs from which she had thrown herself from in grief after her husband/lover sailed away to sea to never be heard from again.
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This is absolutely gorgeous. I am particularly fond of the imagery you evoked.