Adam M. Snow
She Wears Black
She is dead;
the lady in white wears black.
the widow, a childless mother dead to the world.
An innocent, fallen to the hands of man;
her soul is restless,
her pain cries out.
She is sad, weeping tears of blood:
She is the ghost in the mirror looking back;
the innocent of an evil spirit.
You hear her cries on a cold still night;
the howling, the chill, the very thing that cast a fright.
She is alone, forever alone;
she is the lady in white wearing black.
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