The Maid In the corner, don't you see her? Hiding like a mouse. Tears of fear- don't perceive her. In this ancient house. I step closer, I fall, I scream, her icy eyes alight. If she weren't there, I'm sure, I swear, I'd make it through the night. Her wash robes bloody, battered, scared, a rip in every seam, And yet she stays- she does not flee, nor fade, nor pass, nor scream. She just sits there, white, transparent, my maid, my love, my dream.
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