Rather bold this deluded soul.
I think it’s lost and looks quite cold.
She follows me rather close, this mystical woman of ancient ghost.
I can tell by her clothes that she spent years suffering;
no shoes, black nails but beautiful long dark hair.
Only at night, she sits in my presence looking with a timeless stare.
I have asked her to go.
She always says, no!
And smiles with a glowing hold.
When it’s my time, she will be there, and all the answers will be shared.
Only then I may become scared for the truth could be an everlasting untold.
