The Old Ghost Dame

Carved into the metal
etched into the frame
are the faint scores
of the old ghost dame
her yellow nails boring
into the battered wood
for the locked door
bars her way
she bangs upon it
night and day
and her heart did drown
if only she could
break down it
she would soar
her voice quivers
and moans in the wind
with the cold rain enters
she shivers within
if only she could break it
break down the door
then her spirit set free
her heart breaks dearly
and she sings no more

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