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.