Every single, bird i find
Pidgeon, or some sort of crow,
I bring it where, the plants'll grow
Praying that, it wouldn't snow

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Stitchin up, her wounds again
Golden, and slightly rotten
What colour, was her feathered dress?
Can't remember, my minds a mess

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My lungs, found it, hard to breathe
Without me, she couldn't grieve
What a life, i just killed a dove
Asphyxiation, in foxglove
I- dont know how, it got to this
Just burn it down, my hearts amiss

Six teenager girls were in a basement, having a sleepover night
All was dark expect for the girl telling a scary story with the flashlight
When it was Bridget’s turn
With a face grim and stern
Told the story of ****** Mary
The others became wary
As she told how Mary had an admirer, her best friend’s dad
She was very young and he had thoughts, fantasies that were bad
Over the years his lust for her had grown
He tried to take advantage one day when she was home alone
She heard ringing, so went to answer the phone
Mr Borne hit the back of her head; Mary fell & began to groan
When she saw his murderous sneer & though it gave Mary a fright
Mary tried her hardest to fight
When her parents got home it was to a horrific sight
She was found beside the full length mirror, her lifeless eyes staring into it
And from the inside was a large split
In her own blood, she had written the initial B
Her watched had stopped in the afternoon, at exactly three
They say her spirit is in all mirrors, forever trapped but can be mainly seen at night
If you say her name in a mirror, three times & with only one candle for light
Mary will be awaken
And your life will be taken
As long as her soul remains unhealed
Do the ritual and your fate will be sealed.
Later, after playing with each others hair
The girls decided to play truth or dare
Natalie chose dare with fear
And Sandra gave a mischievous sneer
Being mean, with Sandra was habitual
She dared Natalie to do the ****** Mary ritual
She had to do it or be called chicken
Into the bathroom, her heart starts to quicken
She lights the candle, as the others close the door
Her feet are cold from the tile floor
The candle flickers as she breathes in deep
Beginning to silently weep
She called Mary's name into the mirror, three times
All Natalie could hear was the outside chimes
Then her candle blew out
And Natalie gave a desperate shout
The other girls just started laughing, locking her in
Natalie stopped shouting, feeling a chill all over her skin
She looked into the mirror; there was a girl with a sinister grin
Blood was dripping down the walls, the bathtub filling up with it too
Natalie’s worst fears grew
As the girl came out of the mirror & on to the counter top
Natalie begged her to stop
But Mary was burning with violence
She walked up to her and then there was silence
When the others opened the door it was to a grisly scene
Natalie’s face was so distorted, like nothing anyone has ever seen
Horribly scared, especially the girls, was everyone involved
It will remain forever a case unsolved!

Based On An Urban Legend

Im the daughter of a well-to-do businessman
He remarried, of my stepmother, I was not a fan
My sister & I were popular, engaged in charitable work
I taught Sunday school to children, which was a perk
I had a religious upbringing with the local church
My father felt his good name I would one day besmirch
For I went on outings unaccompanied by a male escort
I am stubborn & independent was my retort
Thursday morning my older sister & father were gone
Father came home, while I was out on the lawn
When I came inside I saw father on the lounge dead
Later the maid found his wife on the floor by their bed
Both were struck in the head with a sharp axe
She got eighteen, while father received eleven whacks
I was arrested charged with their ****** but no trial
For the men believed a woman couldn’t fit the profile
I was found not guilty and inherited the house & fund
But by society my sister, Emma & I were still shunned
Many believe & accused me of Abby and fathers death
As I walk by they mumble & snicker under their breath
Some theories were my uncle Morse or the maid
That she was my lover, that Abby and Father were dismayed
Abby apparently caught us both, in the barn at the back
And forced me to become a horrible, murdering maniac
Could I, Lizzie Borden, a woman, be so depraved?
Well only I will know & the secret I will take to my grave.