The White Lady

In the old cottage desolate and forlorn,

She stands there a translucent vision in white,

The hills and breathtaking countryside around echo with her horrific cries,

An unforgettable white lady, beautiful, majestic and tall in height.

Every Xmas time she appears,

Thwarted in love, this tragic figure permeates the festive air in doom,

Villagers avoid the haunted old cottage,

With Xmas joy, their exuberant spirits resurrecting the December air from its gloom.

Beware of The White Lady,

For every Xmas, she appears a sad figure bereft of love,

A lost spirit seeking the beloved man who betrayed her,

She cries out to the heavens, her pleas for salvation from above.