I asked the woman where she came from,
She didn't utter a word,
But stood outside on the landing where
She wouldn't be seen, or heard.
She glided into the bedroom then
And dropped her gown on the floor,
Then climbed up onto the four poster
A thing I couldn't ignore.
The name embroidered upon the gown
Was one, a Lucie La Corte,
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: supernatural