In steps I walk alone in the dark, pondering into my own dark past,
Lost I was in my train of thought, and I heard the whispered words.
Then I stopped and searched in awe, I was alone in the dim light grove.
Surely was it a whispered word? Shook my head and let it go
A mournful song the trees whispered, as I stood upon my sister’s grave.
Soothing are my tears no more, grim I stared with my eyes downcast,
Memories ran and teased so slow, at last I placed the blooming rose.
Turning around I looked no more, with heavy gloom I headed home.
Alas! the wind howled and changed, swept me in fearful charade.
So I paused and walked no more, as I heard a mournful groan.
Stiff I listened to a sound so close, fear had gripped my being and soul,
Courage turned me around so slow, to find a white hovering robe..
Scream as it should never came, as I stood dead for an age.
Hand stretched, it softly mourned, pleading eyes like hollow holes.
Nor I ran nor I talked, I stood still for an hour long
For it was none other than my sisters ghost..
She had come to a wish I called, upon a guilty starlit dawn
To ease a pain I want no more, I softly sang a goodbye song,
On the day of doom we had fought, to which I got wrought
I smiled and she was gone, the farewell I couldn’t say before
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EPILOGUE:
I always treasured her soft sweet words,
then I remembered her last eerie glow,
O' what remorse for the day we fought.
My sister smiled with hint of sorrow
In my sleep, after the graveyard walk.
To me she lives in her unseen world.
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