The ballad of the lonely walker

As he walked in the cloudy day

In stormy September.

She only forgot, the most

Important thing to remember.

Her life was the thing that she forgot;

She’d left it her bed.

Quietly, slumbering peacefully,

A bullet in her head.

She could not feel the things she passed

And shivered on her way,

The pearly gates awaited her

And kept the cold at bay.

The world was swimming to her now

Her soul had reached the gate,

When suddenly her killer,

Yelled for her to wait.

His frenzied hair was wild

And his clothes were all but fine,

You see, after he had shot her,

He had begun to pine.

"The world need you," said he,

"And so do me now

So come back this moment

And shall I to you bow"

She shook her head and sighed

Oh how she loved this man

But he had thought her cheating,

And stole her purple fan.

With it he lulled her to her bed

And sent her straight to sleep

She was dead 'for a minute was passed

And he began to weep.

For she was dead, the lifeless corpse

Was everything he held dear?

So as he saw her soul at rest

He wanted to draw near.

"Stay back, live one of the flesh

Because dead you'll be

If you draw near to the gates

And that would bring your pain to me"

"I know, I’ll join the dead with you,"

As he cut his wrists

He eyes began to falter

As well as his fists

"No!" the ghost wept as she knew

Where he would go.

For as she would rise to heaven,

He would sink below.

The world was moving quickly

From the day unto the night.

But nothing changed the feeling

Of those lovers' blight.