Her "wintery graves and weary ghosts"

I said, "how about we talk about dungeons and dragons?" as I rolled up my newspaper into a telescope, pointing it out the window, from this three million dollar loft. Sometimes I thought about how we could breathe from such a height, 50 storey buildings, looked like it was still growing if you looked at it from the ground floor. She sipped her coffee and kept it back on the saucer, "no!" she said, "lets talk about wintery graves and weary ghosts." She stood and walked to the glass wall, that watched the streets, humans looked totally insignificant. It always spiked me how her imagination could just come from no where. She was in one of those her black under wears and grey blouse.

I was still looking through my telescope, trying to process her theme, "wintery graves and weary ghosts"
Staffs, staves and violent knaves
Beauty, a beast and only god knows whats next." She turns to me "dragons and fire serpents and death" she says,
Witches and brooms, demons and hooves, brought grandpa to ruin before noon, everything was dark, even the moon Underneath the gray oak tree something seemed to loom, something dangling like a huge deflated balloon." She looked back out the window, at this point, I wanted to see what she was looking at, so I got up. She continued, "wintery graves and weary ghosts
Sea waves and mere frost,
bloody backs of black slaves and spirited booze
Scary bible verse and dark spurs.
She fell on her face from the horse to it's hoof,
lying still, blood sips, running down her black suit.
Father once told Roe, don't play with animals cause they do not think and stink." Her sister!
And it clicked,
"Wintery graves and weary ghosts
Deceiving dreams and fiery love
Silver rings are caskets of gold
Scorpion stings and chambers of tort
From Delilah's kiss comes Samson's fall
Strange! Moses staff declares war
Pharaoh sinks, but not Gods wrath
Wintery graves and weary ghosts
Behold nirvana, my mountains shall know no ghost."