Phantom of the Past

A phantom chased me In the dark blue midnight; My leg caught on the silk gown, And I tumbled down the road. When the phantom got closer, I could not see his face. Veiled in black he was; But he called out my name With such intensity, That I knew at once, who The voice belonged to. I got back up and ran Towards the mansion on the high hill; The phantom stopped chasing me, I thought I lost him. I opened the cobwebbed doors; They creaked and groaned in defiance. "Who's the intruder?" Yelled someone from upstairs. "I'm lost and scared" Replied I. There was nowhere to go, So I spent the night on the floor; I wasn't offered any food or drink, Nor did I ever see the face of the owner. When the clock struck midnight, I heard the doors groan again; A single flame was approaching me, I trembled and asked "Who is it?" The face got closer to the flickering light And there was my dead lover "I've come to take you My Love"; Now the ghosts will be heard from the overhead mansion.