The Mask

 

The Mask..

 

Alone now with thoughts so deep

The mask she lets slip her eyes does weep.

Her sorrow shows, her head she bows

With memories of love that knew no bounds.

By day her life she tries to fill

At night she roams, and feels the chill

Of Moonlight shadows by a church

Her heart does race, it gives a lurch

She sees her name it’s etched in stone

As through the vale of mist she roams.

She knows not where to lay her head

She knows not, that she is dead

But haunts the place where she were Wed.

Her lover now no longer found

She walkes the Woods and cries out loud

Oh where oh where

IS

Love!

The Mask she wears is from the Ball

Where she did dance within the Hall

Where she once laughed and Sang with glee

And on that fateful night did flee.

 She thought her love would keep her warm

Until that night, of hateful scorn

She ran in fear into the wood

Upon where she fell in pool of Blood.

Oh where oh where

Is

LOVE?

Dreamwalker