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The lady in Red
The lady in Red
1 min
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There lives the lady in red,
Who likes not to be disturbed.
Solitary she is, makes others alone too.
I hope I never see her.
Once as I passed the woods in the dark
The very abode she lives in
I intended not to intrude the silence where
There lives the lady in red.
I froze, and so did the wind
The air seemed to have known her presence
I infringed the solitude of a spirit
Who likes not to be disturbed.
Something crept up my spine
It was the fear I had never known
Her eyes reflected vengeance.
Solitary she is, makes others alone too.
Her dreadful reflection is still trapped in my eyes
Like I am trapped in the realms of her spirit
And yet, though I live no more
I hope I never see her again.
