dryingthebones:

 
During afternoon tea,
There’s a shift in the air,
A bone-trembling chill,
That tells you she’s there.
There are those who believe,
The whole town is cursed.
But the house in the marsh,
Is by far the worst.
What she wants is unknown,
But she always comes back.
The spectre of darkness,
The woman in black.

dryingthebones:

During afternoon tea,

Thereโ€™s a shift in the air,

A bone-trembling chill,

That tells you sheโ€™s there.

There are those who believe,

The whole town is cursed.

But the house in the marsh,

Is by far the worst.

What she wants is unknown,

But she always comes back.

The spectre of darkness,

The woman in black.