The skies are full of grey.
The valley is dead and cold.
This empty heart
Beats all alone.
Every thing around
And all that I see,
Death is closely
Stalking me
God, please!
Grace me with light
And safety with
All thy might.
Through the forest,
into the trees.
I give up hope,
For there is none for me.
As I spoke,
My eyes catch site.
A beautiful maden,
Dressed in white.
My wife, my wife...
My beautifull wife.
Where have you been,
Searching all night?
She never moved,
Not a stir.
I walk closer.
She never glared.
As I get up to her,
I try to reach to stroke her hair.
My touch passed through her,
Like the mists in the air.
My eyes stricken
Andf filled with fear,
The ghost of my love
Has followed me here.
I see her weeping
In front of a stone
It caught my eye,
Brought a chill to my bones.
For it was a fearful site.
A place I never wanted to brave.
The stone she sat infront of
Was really my grave.
