The Lady in White

The Lady in White

By: Michael Vanderhoof

I heard about her sorrow, and the painful way she died.

And several tears, and awful fears, so many times she’d cried.

The gown that she was wearing, was the best one in the town,

No alter for its glory, just upon her when she’s found.

Far below the tower bells from several feet up high,

Her body lay in shambles, what a horrible way to die.

The many painful thoughts of him, too much for one to bare,

No hope in sight, for this poor bride, as she climbs another stair.

The church looked so amazing, and the decorations glowed,

Several lies, behind his eyes, the truth had yet been shown.

For as she entered on that day, and the crowds all gathered close,

A bewildered sense of horror, as she sees a haunting ghost.

She ran away so franticly, in panic and despair,

Her presence much unwanted, for his wife and kids were there.

The Embarrassment will stay with her throughout the ends of time,

His planted seed, a wretch indeed, she is a victim of his crime.

To end her pain forever, as the dark clouds filled the sky,

She climbed the tower haste fully and knew that she would die.

Now several years have come and gone, her story still lives on,

Some blismal nights you see her, as the bells are ringing strong.