The Lady in Black. She loves to sing, and wander, and follow. She stalks me in my dreams. The lady in black, with an ancient face, and white glowing eyes. With long white locks placed flat and fair, I run through halls and hear her voice that comes from everywhere. She lurks in corners, and tugs at my soul, and my sanity she tends to tear. I feel her here, her cold presence claws my nerves. She laughs at my pain, and dances in corners and my losses are her gain. The lady in black follows me, watching all of my every move, she sings along and wanders along, and never can I remember the words to her awful haunting song.
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