The White Lady

On the trail to the deep, murky blue,
Where silent trees it stares and view.
f a maiden white that enter the lake,
Who touch the edge where waters ache.
And tears that run from bitter pain,
Blood so cold like ghost remain.
Warp by fear in arduous sorrow,
Unsure by the tales of gone tomorrow.

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