On a stormy ev'ning of light'ning bright
The folks on hill above the Marsh
Felt chill in the air
Stabbed eve'ning so fair
Elders shuddered remembering
The lady in red
Thought that she was dead

In a chorus flashing o'er Marsh's grass
Water from it came  murky sludge
Electrifying
T'was no denying
Ectoplamic type happening
The people on hill
All saw her stand still

She stood on edge of Marsh come alive
Alive to take her back once again
The sludge ankels grabbed
Scream of one just stabbed
The thunder and the lightening
She came for to calm
The Marsh with her balm

So soon the Marsh water again return
Calm Marsh was back but one thing strange
What doth chill the  soul
Blazing eyes of coal
Look up with fire emcompassing
Hill people sleep well
Forgetting the hell

Jane Noponen Perinacci