Celeste

"A song plays at my heart-strings Plucking out a gentle melody It flows through my veins; life to my soul My poor deprived soul My breath comes in gasps, I cannot stand There is no peace for my poor we..."

"The purple moon danced across the ghostly sky; Laughing, taunting me from her celestial haven. I gaze upon the road, so daintily laid Amidst oceans of flowers, A ribbon fair. Twisting, dancing gaily,..."