The Snowy Life of Two Loving Ghosts

Taking suggestions especially on this poem. This is a first draft and I like it, but I don't have time to edit at the moment. Thank you! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The two ghosts dance through the barren forrest, leaving footsteps to be pondered about by the man who owns the land in the morning. Howls and Screams and Laughter and Love fill the dewy dark sky. The two, lovers in death, never knowing of the truth, that their lives were taken Snowfalls before, being murdered in these woods, their throat slits and their bodies mutilated, No one knew who they were. But here they are again, running through the spindly trees, taking in the scenes of their eternal winter. He takes her hand, leading her to an opening in the trees, a perfect circle, no light insight but the stars above, so beautiful, so prominent. Theres not a place in this town better than this to see the future amongst the stars. They came here that day, tent in one hand, telescope in the other; their thoughts in the air. They were seventeen, Seniors awaiting the approval of a diploma, They should be studying, mid-terms next week. They took a fatal break, spent the night together, only belonging to each other. The ghosts; who's sight doesn't recognize the spot of their demise. They sit on top of a large smooth stone, Left their by the world in it's hurry. They gaze upon the stars, waiting for the world to reveal itself. The screams and wails and love still permeate the air. They fell asleep in each others arms, and so they never heard the footsteps, the drunken laughs of men full of sin, ready for some action. They found the tent, they killed the innocent souls, but instead of leaving they bodies, they left the ghosts, taking the bodies and depositing them in the freezing lake. They then sat upon the rock, laughing about the deed done, passing out in the deadfall of snow. The transparent lovers jump to the snow, throwing themselves down to sleep the night away. They cuddle, protecting each other from the snow, the danger, the truth. The smile, and with one last scream, they kiss, disappearing, merging with the snow, Part of the world, and this spot full of false truths. No longer do lively bodies wander about the woods, and the owner hardly visits. But a few times each winter, when the snow has fallen so deep, You can hear the screams, the howls, the laughter and the love of two ghosts dancing in the snow.