Phantom
A bright full moon amidst the summer oak trees
The princess ponders a midsummer night
The trees then rustle, a voice softly blown
She cries aloud, the phantom shown

"My love, my love, where can thy be
Show thy face, my love to me
Art thou there?" A silent reply
"My princess, my princess," the phantom cried

She saw the stars turn brightly dim
Her eyes betrayed by a trance of lights
The heavens danced, or so they tried
"Follow, my princess," The phantom cried

Through the forest, dense and thick
She followed closely, halfway dressed
Blindly treading the back way trails
Toward the valley where all hope fails

At the ruins of ages past
Monuments of dreams long gone
Fallen to ashes, crumbled in dust
Here, where iron turned to rust

"My love, my love," the princess cried
"'Tis been a year since thou hast died
Night and day, I mourned and grieved"
A faint reply, "You've been deceived

In battle, my life was taken in vain
'Twas your father who had me slain
But the tree of life, fully grown
Blossoms among the rust and stone

My corpse lay here, lifeless still
Above that glazing, moonlit hill"
She ran ahead, and found his grave
"Give me the fruit," a faint voice raved

She took the fruit from the tree
Indulged in curiosity
She took a bite, and began to choke
"Foolish mortal!" the phantom spoke

"The fruit was meant to restore a love
The living would die, the dead would live"
As dawn approached, a subtle glee
She joined her love in eternity