Evening's elegant lady sitting on the wall,
Aren't you afraid of a quick sudden fall?

Your gown's one of a kind, never seen before,
Wondering whether tear or blood drops out of it on the floor.

Oh, don't get bitter; I'm just a passer,
Depleted my rations, distressed in ashes.

Back in the hamlet spreads a rumor,
"A girl, splendid, often in a bloomer.

Loved to stroll along the woods;
Her mother said, 'Don’t sneak even if it floods.'

The girl was so intrusive,
Didn’t expect anything illusive.

She didn’t obey the warnings,
Walked through the terror despite all the harmings.

She was observed nevermore;
Night took her as she was never bore.

Lady, you seem red and blue synchronically;
Assume the past holds sorrow to you eternally.

Don’t try to haunt me, ghost; you know you can’t.
My task is to catch you according to the contract.

Poor girl, I should keep you in this jar;
A dreadful wood is not something this crowd wants.

I assure you those who killed you will I vanish,
But you’re not endorsed to capture small girls in ravish.

Before I imprison you, assert what you’ve done
To those innocent girls playing for fun.

"I'm not in charge; it was the priest,
Hunted the little girls, killed me, thought I was a witch.

Do me what you want; I have already passed,
Though no girl in the woods, but under the church's grass."