Haunted Graveyard

Last night I followed a narrow path down to a haunted wood. Seeking to find my life and my love, I went to her grave and stood. For on that night, four decades ago, she died, my wife and my bride; With no forgiveness for my betrayal, she faded from life and she died. Now all of my sins and all of my crimes weigh heavy on my blackened soul; Eternal damnation without her absolution for taking the life that I stole. So, at her grave, I wait and I hope through this one cursed night each year, But fear that hatred of me burns fiercely in her and her ghost will never appear. And at dawn of this morning I had to return, for no spirit did I see. And now I know that the only ghost inside this graveyard is me.