Cheesiness to the CORE

a soft thunder erupts in the distance
a pale light flashes elsewhere

hearing the pitter patter
and the little splashes on the road
gazing at the forlorn sky
and the darkness of the night out there

she cannot help but feel
an inexplicable sense of loneliness
a longing for the warmth of an embrace
an even deeper wish for a loved one to be around

sighs flutter away into the cold mist outside
shallow breaths heave in silent anticipation

the maiden awaits
under the watchful eye of the moon
under its pale wash of silken beams

when will it be
how long will it take
to reach the hour before the witches' hour