I gaze upon her, such beauty shrouded in darkness;
piercing eyes cold bare me to my soul.
Her words were like those of a siren song;
singing to my heart alone.
Petrified, I stand, awed by the beauty her shadow cast;
looking upon her, those downcast eyes.
Sadness and remorse the feelings of her soul to mine,
I can't help but feel pity for her; the lonely child.
But who am I to judge; for by judging her, I judge myself?
I can't help but to gaze upon that sad innocent look;
that shadowing light cast upon her.
Does she not know I'm here?
Gracefully she walks, her head hung to her heart;
neither a single light nor spark in her wake.
Her agony draws me close, closer with every step;
she stands still by the river sunset.
Holding her chest, a locket within hand;
a picture shown of me inside.
I gaze into her teary eyes, wishing I could be seen.
I am to her a ghost, the spirit of her love;
the one who went away, only to die alone.