The rain announced itself during the night
Misty foggy and wet and light
Came floating across the moors
The ghost
In a tattered ragged dress of white

Wringing  hands
Under great duress
Crying to the heavens
Tears upon pale face

Deprived of her dear one
The longing soul could not survive
Body and heart bowed to death
In despair went her life

For over a hundred years
She has tread the moors
It is spoken of in the tales of yore
The ghost in ancient rags and lace

Wailing and moaning
An eerie melody
A touching mournful song
Observing her closely
The winds took pity
Accompanying with one of their own

Many times she has been seen
When lightening illuminates the dark skies
Searching for a love forlorn
The haunting ghost in white

She waits for her dear one
Who has yet to return
Solitary being
Perpetually yearn
Doomed to tread the earth alone

She will wander the dark
Continue her sad haunting
Perhaps you will get a glimpse
If you happen to be searching
For the ghost
In tattered lace and rags of white



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