Please I beseech you
Come back to me
For I am yours
And you are mine
Whisk me away
On this dreadful hollows eve
The moon is full
The night sky is dreadfully dark and quiet
the moaning of the ghosts is most alarming and frightening
Unwanted peculiar spirits arise from their dark deserted graves
Planning their revenge on those who
Have wronged them
In their flesh filled bodies
Take me far away for art thou show no mercy on thee
The wind is hollowing
The trees are blowing
I hear whispers to run
But a last it is to late
They are coming