The Lady In White Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

She rode upon her horse,
All dressed in white,
She truly was,
Such a beautiful sight,
The face of an Angel,
But a heart made of stone,
Searching the moorlands,
At midnight she roamed,
The villagers feared her,
The old story goes,
For her spirit devoured,
The poor earthly souls.
Some claimed they'd heard,
On a dark misty night,
Screams from the darkness,
From the lady in white,
She'd searched for her true love,
For so many years,
Haunting the moorland,
Spreading much fear,
So if you go walking there,
In dead of night,
Beware of the lady,
The lady in white.

Jayne Davies