A heart left to decay, a soul left abandoned in darkness. The haunting melody of a ghostly winter's night. The unnatural lullaby that howls like the winds of hundreds of vengeful souls, the house which seems to breath with each wind that passes. The forgotten tombstones and the single tree which stand. My love, whom I have buried here, sings here ghostly lullaby. Memories of abandonment linger through out this long forgotten graveyard, Silence rest in this place, but my love still sings she still sings her song which drew me to her that day. She sings it in the hope that I will be drawn to her again