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
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