These Moors

Creeping through the the moors of this castle, the ghosts of my past lingers and haunts me. These damp walls that has imprisoned me has the bloodstained tears I have given and it seeps through it's old cracked cobblestones. My once beautiful flowing silk gown is now tattered and torn. The tears that has streaked my face, has soaked my long auburn hair to my skin. My porcelain skin has not seen the sun peeking through my stain glass windows in the past coming dawns. My betroth has left this world and no longer return to me in human form. "Oh my beloved, should I dare come join you, My soul is empty with out you beside me?" As I ponder the thought looking over this sea cliff. So as I walk back through these moors alone with a sorrowful heavy heart, I can feel your ghostly presence gliding next to me weeping in sync as I.