'Oft upon the twilight's yawn
Of misty midnight's passing
Above the clouds of ghostly shrouds
Who's shadows want for casting

I lay awake at memory's gate
Yet hesitate surrender
As whispered wisps of promised bliss
Entice my heart to enter

And alas, again, I'm drawn within
But half against my wanting
Denounced regrets recovering bets
Well worth their weight in hauntings

And the candle's light will burn as bright
As the fire it once ignited
While unenhanced, the shadows dance
Unwelcomed, uninvited