*this is an illustration for "the book of Feary Tales"

His music was free
But the box lies closed
Under a darkened tree

For all notes he played
Ghosts show their faces to light
For all tears he shed
They seek a place to hide

One day a girl showed up
Her lover was dead
Standing beyond the grave
Sho got her sadness fed

While placing the flowers
She saw the box,it was so black
Curiosity led her steps
And she couldn’t turn back

She raised the box
and opened it’s cap
A puppet jumped out with excitement
From that little gap

Girl Scared too much
And dropped the box from her hands
Puppet start playing music
And ghosts began to dance

She noticed she can’t run away so far
And witnessed a joyful carnival
And Ghosts find their rejoice
In the Vibrating Stings of the guitar

And there she saw her lover
With a little heart in his hands
That moment she can’t stop her crying
All ghost took a break and watched,like floating glands

Her lover flied over her
And whispered to her ears
Until death aparts he said
Then gave the heart to her,and wiped all her fears

She influenced of this horror show
She came to this graveyard every year,same day
Watched the Musician Toy
And his lover’s Joy