Midnight's Light
Atop the hill the clock tower tolled, midnight passed, the bell foretold.
Eerily silent the moor then fell, I sat and watched from where I dwell.
The darkness broken by moonlight, cast shadows 'cross the hallowed night.
Curtains drawn with haste, I tried, but outside could be heard a cry.
I peered once more out into night, but nothing found to stave off fright.
The thoughts of theft upon my mind, but silence only could I find.
A deep inhale to catch my senses, nothing more than false pretences.
Since her death my mind had tricked, but none this real did it inflict.
As I returned to stoke the fire, once more cries returned like choir.
Up I dashed to look out yonder, yet the sight I saw left ponder.
A single girl, my love, I found, outside kneeled upon the ground.
Her hands held tight to flowers laid in mourning by all those that stayed.
The spirit poised at her own grave left tears upon my eyes, yet brave
I quickly ran down winding stairs, threw open doors and dashed with prayers.
But reaching graveside I did find, nothing more than fate unkind.
For she had gone, quick as appeared. My love had left once more, I feared.
Returning to my home with sadness, each thought screaming out like madness.
To my chambers I retired, sleep becoming undesired.
Thoughts of her still filled my head as I lay silent on my bed.
A year did pass with no return and each midnight ignored my yearn.
But once the same night came around, a sound I heard out on the ground.
Racing out to no avail, no spirit there to ease my ail.
Many men would with good reason give up hope and not feel treason.
That thought, to me, I did abhor, I had to see my love once more.
One more year I waited right to stand outside at stroke of night,
And watch to see my bride appear before my eyes with single tear.
Night did come, and without talk, a lone young girl with brisk-pased walk
Approached the grave and came to stand, so I stepped out and gave my hand.
My heart reached out yet she did not, her eyes transfixed on graveside plot.
"Grace, my love I call to thee," yet no response returned to me.
I stepped around and shouted true, "My love I yearn to be with you!"
Yet still no sign she heard me speak, no mention of the love I seek.
And as she stood, then walked away my eyes gazed down with great dismay.
It seemed the place she stopped each year was not her grave...so with great fear
I looked upon the stone and read my own name printed there instead.
A single tear streamed down my face, "Goodbye," I whispered to my Grace.
And as light shone down from above, she whispered back, "Goodbye my love."
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