Haunting

They buried her body under their mansion,

A woman whose voice every man had shunned.

Killed in cold blood in her white gown,

An attempt to keep the greatest mind down.

As if they weren't already trying to tie her,

With their marriages, veils, and crowns.

Today as they stood on their balcony,

Thinking they could be free and unbothered.

Walked in a ghost wearing a gown all torn,

Blood dripped down her throat,

But her voice wasn't gone.

It's not possible to kill those immortal,

They live in thoughts and ideas,

So if you are buried under a mansion,

Remember that your ghost can always,

Haunt them.