Ghost Lady

Long abandoned,
In the trees,
An old house sits
That no one sees.

Windows boarded,
Glass nearly gone,
Doors off hinges,
People moved on.

And yet at night,
If you're wary,
You'll see spectres-
Hear things scary.

The legend's old,
And so they say
A maiden loved
Yet was betrayed.

She died one night
By light of moon.
She killed herself
And passed too soon.

And on next morn',
Legend does boast,
Her ma had seen
Her daughter's ghost.

Her kinfolk left,
Oh it was sad.
They never knew
She wasn't bad.

As time went on
No one came by.
No one to hear
Her lonesome cry.

And after dusk,
At her old home,
An eerie light
Is said to roam.

If you see her,
Ain't it creepy
How her crying
Makes you weepy?

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