Wraith
THe House of seven gables and Wuthering Heights,
the places where you spend
all your days and your nights
looking for Heathcliff
out on the moor
through the dark heather ,you search evermore
a thick ray of darkness
covers your face
I search every night but I just find the place
full of rubble and shingles
and blistered black bones
I know you're here somewhere,
bereft and alone
Jane Eyre would have wept
for your sorrowful plight
the victim of love
so far out of the light,
weeping and wailing,
I hear and respond
I follow your tears to the edge of the dawn
wraith in the moonbeams
cast through the walls
what's left of the mansion
hears your mournful calls
seeking a lover who never returns
relighting a fire that forever burns
If I ever find you I'll show you tomorrow
where true love will vanquish
your anguish and sorrow.
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