Her Body

They say when we die that love lives on and on
Like the perpetual ghost of dawn
Memories that become preyed upon
A fool like I, a chessboard pawn,

The phantom of a translucent spirit
Like a screaming banshee can you hear it?
Stumbling down this corridor so dimly lit
It seemed like her body until I caressed it,

The flesh was cold and devoid of life
But it was not I who had drawn the knife
I collapsed drained by the emotional strife
A battlefield bullet struck down the player of the fife,

They say when we die that love lives on and on
Like the perpetual ghost of dawn
Memories that become preyed upon
A fool like I, a chessboard pawn,

At times I fear all hope is gone
Is that a tombstone upon my lawn?
Where is that love they say that lives on and on?
Where is that perpetual ghost of dawn?