A haunting tale of young love, gone forever, but never forgotten.

A tale shrouded in deep mystery
The story secreted in old history
Cobwebbed windows cloud the vivid view
An old victrola plays a nostalgic venue
The dress of fine blue velvet
Carefully layed upon the dusty bed
A pin of fine silver and pearl
Adorns her shiney, black curls
Atop her  youthful head
The debute of her and her Beau
A night she cannot let go
Awaiting the date that never came
Disaster struck his car in the rain
The corsage of withered flowers
Held tightly in her hands
With tearstained petals
Tell the tale of fallen plans

The scene of old still haunts the halls
Her cries of anguish and loss
Still permeate the walls
A sweet sixteen, she died before
She ever got her first kiss
Her longing  is forever sketched
In the deep nights of winter
In the old abandoned house  
Way up on the blue hills, it sits
Always shrouded in a blue velvet mist