The Lady
In the light of the ghostly moon
Through the whispering of the trees
The old house is deadly quiet
As the Lady walks the night.
The dark house oversees
With wise and open eyes
The still graveyard sleeps on.
As the Lady walks the night.
Many secrets are to be found
Under the gravestones so cold
But no one dares to ask why
The Lady walks the night.
Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2012
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