Middendorf

   She’s a lady of evil, when she
Changes her blue eyes to red
If she sets her eyes upon you
You’ll be walking with the dead

She lives inside of her pain
She goes out on her own
She’s like the ancient medusa
She can turn a man into stone

If you come in contact with her
Make sure you stay on her good side
If she feels you’ve done her wrong
There’s no place you can hide

Most of the time she’s alright
Soft and gentle as a child
But when she drinks, she thinks about him
And it drives her crazy and she goes wild

They say she’s been dead a hundred years
And she rides an over ridden horse
And she’ll forever haunt the village
She’s known as the ghost of Middendorf

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/10/2020
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