A lost spirit roams around
Drifting in mist all silent no sound.
The secret of why and fortune to be known
But why she asks am I all alone.

She calls to be followed with all her might
Drifting in sadness only a gathering of mist in sight
Wanting someone to hear her to go where she leads
But only the pure hearted she wants not a heart with greed.

Open field in full moon she will dance
If watched falling into her trance.
No one will listen to her call
Afraid to follow not wanting to fall.

Her treasure still there just waiting to be found
For there it lies from centuries ago not moved from under the ground.
So the call continues from night to night
For the lady in the mist dances in the moonlight.

Sad but still...beautiful

Yes I tried to capture the sadness of it thank you

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