O specter, who steals amidst the shadows
in the purple October night,
I lay here barely breathing at your sight,
have you come to grace my presence again?
In summer's warm heart and All Hallows Eve,
in winter's spindly, black bony trees,
it is you that I see,
I hope you passed peacefully.
O specter, who stands over me as I sleep,
you dwell here as if in flesh and blood,
what secrets do you keep?
Are you a wandering wraith sage?