She was born a creature of night
finding peace in late evening walks
as if the autumn breeze was made for her
But now, she seldom talks.

The moonlit road that used to be
a comfort place for her soul
is now littered in haunting thoughts
by the envious lustful ghouls.

She's not been out, ever since that day
and it's now embedded into her mind
And her wind chimes now ring in agony
there's no more peace left to find.

It's gone, everything she lived for
and...