It happened one cold story windy night
My carriage broke from a lightning strike
I strolled up a dark path with quite a hike
The fear in me frightened my cold bones

My marriage had brutally ended sad
And all the groans coming from my numb soul
As I climbed the dark mysterious path
Ruthlessly we’re getting much more worse

The weary and wintry path got cold
I heard an eerie noise up the path
As we climbed even more so higher up
We saw three ghostly unearthly figures

Waiting for us on top of the hill
Unworthy of our poor tired souls
All three undead and very leary
The day was getting very dreary...