Bloody Mary Poem by Sarah Liz Bowman

Bloody Mary of the lake
Searching the night for souls to take
Don't wonder alone near the lake after midnight
Her twisted face will be your final sight
She will drag you to hell
And your soul she will sell
As penance for her wicked ways
Stealing souls until her debt is paid

Or if you would rather….


You can summon her with a mirror
Say her name three times and she will appear
If you are foolish enough to play her game
Remember Mary is never tame
Once you see her in the mirror
Your corpse will be found - face frozen in fear
When Mary has chosen you it is already too late
She will come to seal your fate