The Woman In the Long White Dress
It's always the storm,
That brings the nightmares.
It has me running and,
Searching for a woman in a,
Long White Dress In a,
Meadow outside my house.
Every night it's the same,
I hear her calling for help.
A man chases her.
Tonight is different,
I grab a shotgun,
I follow him.
There is a fight,
He loses as I,
Look down upon him,
He is bloody and dead.
I wake up screaming,
My wife holds me,
Telling me it's ok,
I'm right here.
He's dead,
He won't bother us again.
I cry as she holds me.
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