The Legend of Lucy Lightfoot
At seventeen, so radiant,
hair raven black, eyes emerald green -
the local lads, they just don't stand a chance.
Lucy's heart is in the village church -
the love of her life, a wooden effigy,
of a soldier who died long ago,
before Lucy's birth.
She has visited the tomb
every day since she was twelve.
She brings her lover flowers,
tells him details of
her daily life:
living on a local farm,
with her father and two brothers.
Then, one day, Lucy is riding
her beloved white horse,
in the direction of the little church.
She gets caught in a storm,
so fierce. The skies turn black.
She must reach the church,
her sanctuary from the violence
of the elements.
She tethers her terrified horse
to the rusty gate,
and soon she is safe, with her lover again.
Lucy's horse was later discovered,
frightened and alone.
But where did Lucy go?
No trace of Lucy Lightfoot was ever found -
although...
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