It was a day trip to the big city
an adventure alone
sites to see an evening show
a voice in her head
guiding the girl like navigation
to an odd destination!
Outside two large iron gates
found herself stood
rusting and was there alone
she see the crowds
on the main road nearby
here wondering why?
Being summer it was daylight
behind an empty site
used over centuries for burial
shivered saw a figure
coming quickly in her direction
no time for reflection!
Though a cobbled stone street
heard no sounds
now approaching saw the face
monstrous it passed
walked right through the gates
wishing she had skates!
Scared seemed to be cornered
more shadowy figures
coming wearing dark cloaks
close behind a hearse
a procession into her view
the panic within grew!
Lined up at the iron gates
as if poised waiting
deep inside had memories
drawn to the hearse
there on the name plate
for her did wait!
That voice was her own
here they poised
to take her back home
being long dead
was ever a restless soul
often out of control!
Her spirit roamed streets
possessing women
just for a very short while
before once more
laying in the graveyard
where the dead guard!
The lady in white a legend
was often seen
had died of a broken heart
but nobody knew
that by invading the living
a short time reliving!
For years it was a mystery
by the iron gates
young unconscious women
were found slumped
with memory loss perplexed
and demeanor vexed!
The locals do not venture near
those iron gates so austere!
The Foureyed Poet.