Never ending Sorrow

Walking alone through the dark of the night 

Surrounded by a yellow shimmering light

Is a ghostly figure all clad in white

Chanting words of a melancholy past

Until into the spirit world his soul was cast 

Where his sorrow would not let him rest

For when alive he was not blessed

Because the maiden he loved was turned to rock

By a spell from one of the evil witches flock

So every day since he had died

His soul has left its grave to be at her stony side

Forever this ritual will go on

Until the statues figure has crumbled, dissolved and gone

Never ending sorrow