Blood on the Lace-
Through the window she peers,
sweet smile so very meek.
Tugging on the white lace curtain,
this girl that never speaks.
She stands and watches every day,
the children across the street.
She wishes that they'd come to play,
these children she longs to meet.
One day a little boy of five
approaches the old brick house.
Our sweet girl is overjoyed,
she's never one to grouse.
She primps her hair, she opens the door
and greets her lovely friend.
She invites him in, she closes the door
and the boy is never seen again.
Just a hint of blood on the white lace curtain
and drops of blood upon her cheek.
The girl still waits behind the lace,
this girl that smiles but never speaks.
Happy haunting.....
~Story Siren
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