He stumbled to his feet,
Dark mist in his eyes,
He leaned forward and bowed,
Holding the hood of his disguise.

Gathering himself together,
He cried with all his might:
“Annabell! Annabell!”
Until a ghost was in sight.

For this was true love,
Unlike any other,
This was said
By his beloved late mother.

They would dance all night long,
By the light of the shadows,
A smile would yet again,
Find its way back to the old widow.

Then their dance would come to an end,
And the ghost would soon depart,
Slowly and quietly,
When dawn was about to start.

He held his hat to his chest,
And turned around in sorrow,
He quietly whispered to himself,
“I shall see you tomorrow!”

This continued for days and weeks on end,
By this stage they were more than just friends.

Until came a very depressing day,
When he called:
“Annabell! Annabell!”
And no ghost appeared in the moon’s ray.

With a swift stab of the knife,
He collapsed to the floor,
“I shall see you in another life,
” And many more!”