the cold restless night
a soothing voice
the chilled air
a young girls choice
to sing among the moon and lake
is to sing among mysterious things
the silent night is the only ear
to hear the voice
that seems to appear
no rythem, no beat, only she knows
the tune which she sings
and still yet the wind blows
no person could hear
what beauty she brings
for which death would befall
she stays alone
so no one could hear
her soft, soothing voice
with the reaper near
she wishes to love
but she knows well
only pain would befall
to whom she loved most
or any at all
so hidden during the day
and a quiet melody by night
to find peace by the wind
seeing only moons light
with darkness nearby
and her sweet soft hymm
who could ignore it
while their fate turned grim
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