• Under the moonlight,
    I see her face.
    A beauty so rare,
    A lady so tame.

    She casts no shadow,
    She leaves no mark.
    It's almost as if she is floating,
    Above...

    Then I realize who she is,
    My old dear friend.

    She watches me roam around her,
    Not believing my eyes,
    'I thought you were dead?'
    I said with a cry...

    All she did was smile,
    And wave me good bye,
    As her body had lifted,
    Up to the sky.

    I remember that day,
    By that very same tree...
    She had been hung,
    Just to save me....