Ghost of Juliet
What spirit is this that steals my sleep
And haunts me from the past?
'Tis a phantom of a tragedy
That her mournful shadow casts
A restless soul that invades my dreams
While walking to and fro
She bids that I should come to her
And be her Romeo
She wanders through my bedroom door
When I am fast asleep
Awakened by her cries for help
As I listen to her weep
This ghost I fear has evil intent
Though, I cannot see her face
She casts her spell upon my heart
And will not leave this place
I cannot be her Romeo
For he sleeps in days done spent
I dare not go where she wants me too,
Where he's already went
This apparition calls to me
As I try to resist her voice
Alas, I feel I'm growing weaker
And soon I'll have no choice
Though she beckons me to go with her
I dare not surrender yet
I'm cursed to be a tortured soul
By the ghost of Juliet
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