Who is this ghost that creeps along my hallways late at night?

A filmy female figure with a robe of flowing white,

Mayhap it is magic here that starts my heart’s ignition,

Dreaming of this lonely, haunting, spectral apparition.

Think you not of poltergeist or petrifying wraith,

This is but an angel – though I thought I’d lost my faith,

Calling me to leave my room, and yet I hear no sound,

Leading me outside my home to dance on frosted ground.

Waltzing back to times forgot, compelling me to ride

The raging roller coaster of deep memories inside,

Uncertainty it plagues my mind, I fear I lack the skill

To dance with this pure angel and capitulate to will.

Comes each dawn, I find myself relinquishing the right

To idolize the sunshine, wishing for eternal night,

When once again this revenant will come and touch my heart,

And silently confess to me what I'd known from the start.

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