EmpyriumMany Moons Ago

a night of december, so dark and cold,
I walked a path ages old
the moon amongst the clouds revealed
lightning valleys, forest and field embraced by silence I wandered the moor
an endless landscape by my side
when in the mist I saw a light
dancing through the hazy night I stood and watched the play in awe
was deeply touched by what I saw
I told my friends what I did see
and what they told did tremble me! It's said the ghost of a young, fair maid
Is cursed to dwell beneath the shade
of the olden oak she died below
o that was many moons ago