Under the moonlight,
and hidden,
she played her
beautiful serenade,
cloaked in darkness,
and surrounded by beauty,
bats flutter overhead
and black night
lilies by her side,
she is long gone
from the land of the
living,
but her music lives
on...
Her beautiful notes,
fell from the
mountain top,
and formed into
sorrow,
and as her music
driffted away,
so did she...
into the bats,
and night lilies
that surrounded
her...
