The drawing in of darkness
In the light after the noon,
Heavy hearts and heavy steps
In shadows casting gloom.
In water under the window
Lies a maiden pale and fair,
Dead from madness and a love
Too full of pain to care.
She joins the ghost on the walls
But is never heard nor seen,
And wanders dark paths of reason
To try and grasp what it means.
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