Her moans mean the end is nigh,
it is time to pack only your memories,
and venture into the nether realms,
leaving both joys and sorrows behind.

But she will be here like she had always been,
a solitary being floating through the trees,
the grey maid weeps in a ceaseless monotone
for all those gone and are never to return.

Drifting through deserted graveyards,
through crematoriums and haunted houses,
she sobs by the side of unmoving skulls,
waiting for someone to come and listen to her story.

She too had once been a lively maiden
with big dreams and a delicate heart
the world was a wonderland to her eyes,
grief was alien, a foreign affliction.

Then one day everything changed in a moment,
she could remember talking to her dear friend William, the dock mate,
when came her father with a frown on his face,
and with a slap, he dragged her away to home.

The ladies of the household wept hoarsely as she was brought in,
they looked at her with such terrible glares,
as if she had committed some heinous crime
but she had known William since she was a child!

For a day and a half, they kept her locked in her room
turning a deaf ear to her screams and pleads
On the second night came her brother,
a sugary smile on his rosy lips.

Crying, she leapt into his arms.
hoping for some semblance of kindness
caressing the top of her head,
he had said all will be well,
but only if she is gone.

Yet before she could escape from the tragic embrace,
a dagger had been lodged deep in her abdomen,
he spat upon her face in some mindless anger
as her tears mingled with the blood pooling beneath her.

From that day to this one,
she wanders lonely round and round,
neither can she go back and be that carefree lass
nor can she move on like us all. 

Thus, by the mound, she will sit
howling like the northern wind,
for her family, she eagerly waits,
a reunion has been long due.

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