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.