• There is a girl
    Late at night
    In the woods

    She wanders
    While wearing
    A white hood

    A shawl on
    her back
    A basket in hand

    She is
    Crying . . .
    You ask "Why wail?"

    She turns
    The pure turns
    To blood

    She says
    "My lover
    took my heart
    when he died'

    Her chest was
    a hole
    She reaches
    her stained hand

    "Will you give me yours?"