Lenora
It happened one cold stormy windy night
My carriage broke from a lightning strike
I strolled up a dark path with quite a height
The fear in me frightened my cold bones
My marriage had brutally ended bad
And all the groans coming from my numb soul
As I climbed the dark mysterious path
Ruthlessly we’re getting much more worse
The weary and wintry path got cold
I heard an eerie noise up the path
As we climbed even more so higher up
We saw three ghostly unearthly figures
Waiting for us on top of the hill
Unworthy of our poor tired souls
All three undead and very Leary
The day was getting very dreary
We stood there absolutely terrified
Did they have any theory for us
They were for sure were not very trustworthy
Maybe a little bit bloodthirsty
I clarified with my handsome coachman
That we needed to make an escape
We ran petrified down the winding road
With my long dress flowing in the wind
Everything intensified too quickly
We saw their spectral souls shine so bright
My eyes went blind with the icy cold snow
We just let it all sadly unwind
The last years of our human souls
Mournfully and wistfully chimed off
We awoke to find that we had fined dined
With my dress covered with mortal blood
Drinking our wine glass filled with dark blood
Waiting for someone to feed and bite
Me and my handsome and sexy knight
Living in a dark moonlit castle
Up a cold moonlit and dark eerie path
Passing a weary ghostly carriage
That once had a damsel and her driver
To the future home of Lenora
The prose flows on wings of gossamer.