The Ghost of Maiden's Peek

The Ghost of Maiden's Peek

Upon an ancient mountain peek, you hear a whisper within the wind
As another unsuspecting traveler, wonders down a path
There are no words to be said of this, no sign of any wrongdoing;
But if you listen to the breeze, you will surely see her signs

The song of bluebirds have been silenced, snarls of wolves replaced them
For on this old mountain trail, there are secrets hiding with in the crevices.

She sits upon an old swing set, put there by her own dear father
And waits for the steps for a man to come to set their own upon it
She hits them with her seductive smile, and brings them upon her own tiny peek
Where they sit and look at the wonder below, as their own little child plays on the swing

Here you hear a song being sung, not one of blue bird, nor one of man
But a song of ghost; singing your fate to the gods above.

And when you hear the howls of the wolf, you will surely know
That he has fallen to his fate, leaving a child with her helpless screams
The ghost of Maiden's Peek, left there by her father before
Slowly collects the souls, of those fathers that have come here after

The songs of the blue birds have been silences, by screams of the helpless;
The ones of the child left to find their way home, from that of Maiden's Peek