The Girl in Red

A hand flat

Against a window pane;

Red nail varnish chipped –

The sky dark with rain.

.

A distorted reflection

In the glass;

The moon presides over night –

Creates long shadows on grass.

.

Silence hovers

In the darkened night;

Her full lips parted –

Face deathly white.

.

A noise sounds

And shatters the quiet;

The key in the lock –

A jingling riot.

.

Gasping she steps

Back into the dark;

The creak of a floorboard –

A foreboding mark.

.

An absent tune

Ascends the stairs;

A wicked smile –

Say your prayers.

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She stands up tall

And glares ahead;

Dark eyes blazing –

The living dead.

.

The door

Opens with a creak;

She's poised to strike –

A bloodcurdling shriek.

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Ruining her throat

Is a thick line of red;

He drew a knife on her –

They were due to wed.

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His face

Usually so full of spite;

It alights with fear –

He cries out at the sight.

.

Of the girl

He hurt and ruined so well;

And then killed –

So she could never tell.

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She shrieks

And strikes into him fear;

Of the dead and unknown –

Her eyes blaze and jeer.

.

Her revenge

Is so cruelly sweet;

Violent and terrifying –

A poetic defeat.

.

And she haunts

His house to this very day;

Shrieking and cackling –

Oh why didn't you pray?

.

A line at her throat

And eyes of the dead;

She shrieks 'beware, beware!' –

Of the girl in red.

So I haven't written any poetry in a long time, so I sort of sat down and decided to just write anything that came into my head. This sort of started to come out, then I thought about the film The Woman in Black and it sort of ended up being inspired by that a little bit. Hope you like it and please let me know what you think!

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