15 March 2013
The moon lit up the cobbles As though the road were paved with bulbs Each one shining brightly Each one seeming breakable
That fragility, was a mirage Although it really mattered not As she glided like an angel With a soft and gentle touch
Her softness was an illusion And an angel she was not This ghostly apparition Was of a time forgot
She finds this street each night When the moon shines up above And glides along those cobbles Searching for the one she loved
One hundred years to the day Since her world was ripped apart So many lonely aimless walks With a confused and shattered heart
Haunted Spirit • Opuss № I