A shadow behind those curtains,
drawn close against the night.
A low tap at the window,
by which she sleeps in white.
A glimpse of dark shadows moving,
like a huge black bird in flight.
The lattice is being opened ...
a hand pale in moonlight.
A secret beau now visits?
Now steps from past the drapes?
From the doorway watching,
I spy a handsome rake.
What unease did bring me,
to witness now this sight?
Which angel soul awaked me,
to see my sister's plight?
Her blonde hair's length drops to the floor,
as he parts it from her neck.
Suddenly, I scream and scream -
and he dissolves, in bright moonbeams ...
Dead yellow flowers,
fill the springtime beds below.
Our blooming sister,
saved to live and love and grow.
Beware the night time,
when the moon is dark or full,
wear holy charms,
and listen in your dreams.
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