The Fallen

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I wandered,
What happened, did I ponder?
As I wandered, a dark and dreary cementery
There came a padding, as of feet gently walking
" 'Tis merely some late night visitor, such as myself,
Only this and nothing more."

I whip about, wildly searching, to find no one
Gently walking, the graveyard undisturbed.
" 'Tis just my mind, playing tricks on me!
Only this and nothing more?"

I whisper, "Nevermore,"
A chill ran up my spine, like never before,
Settling in my neck, a chill, forevermore.

This time as I turned around, I see a flutter of motion
A girl in white steps from behind a tree,
Her feet making no sound but her skirts, how they rustle!
She floats up to me, and touches my cheek, her palm a shock of cold.
She whispers to me, softly, so soft:

"You are the fallen, evermore."