2 November, 2021 by katelaity
Sorry to disturb you
But you’re treading on my gown.
I know it’s nearly midnight
And not to make you frown,
Though I see you start in terror
Not at all my fiendish plan!
Why do you shriek with panic?
I’m not a ghost, you silly man!
All right, I am a phantom
But altogether more refined!
Ghosts will only spook you,
Whereas I will steal your kind!
You tread my fens without regard
And never think to look behind.
A woman lost without a cost
Has vengeance on her mind…
So if you cross the fens tonight
Ask for pardon, ask for grace;
Or come the wan dawn light
We’ll ne’er more see your face.