Old man Johny walking by the road,
Singing like a lunatic, a drunken lore.
Midnight hours struck his watch,
He looked sturdy, beneath his core.
Criss-cross the railway line,
Lady crying near the forbidden sign.
Red jacket with black shoes,
Looked so normal, he couldn't choose.
He went in close, to mend her heart,
Each step he made, she grew apart.
No shadow clung beneath her feet,
Her eyes were hollow, her voice discreet.
He felt a chill, his breathe grew cold,
Her skin was pale, her form looked old.
He lit a smoke, the flame did flare,
He turned his head—she wasn't there.