The light poured out of the lamps, spilling into the fog of night
Mingling with the swirling ghosts of the Abbey
Illuminating the path of the Grey Lady.
Centuries after burning in her fathers anger
The lamplight guided her on misty nights
Back to the long cold bed of her lover.
The golden light glistened like tears
Pouring eternally from the heart
Of the monk who led her astray.