She blends with the mist
In the soft moonlight
Heading for the castle
In the pitch of night

Frost covered fields
Beneath her bare feet
Still, she feels no cold
Walking over the wheat

Anxious to arrive
At her true destination
She appears to float
Without hesitation

Empty place, once her home
Has beckoned for her return
Though now only spirit
For this, her heart did yearn

Hidden in shadows, he awaits
Watching, his sweet lady fair
He reaches out, to slow her pace
But somehow, she isn’t there

Like dew in the morning
She has just disappeared
His love, now apparition
Gone, again, til next year…

 

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