Ruth Gable.
The beauty.
The legend.
She waited for her lover.
Waited.
Waited.
Waited.
The clock struck twelve.
The clock struck one.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
The sun started rising,
But still Ruth waited.
Waited.
Waited.
Waited.
The clock struck seven.
Her stomach grumbled.
But yet she waited, for her lover.
She spent all morning.
She spent all evening.
But at night,
She gave up.
Her lover never showed up.
Ruth Gable.
The beauty.
The legend.
People say that every night,
They hear Ruth's voice.
Calling.
Calling.
Calling.
Calling for her lover.
She haunts the village.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for her lover.
And yet.
He never shows up.
Ruth Gable.
The beauty.
The legend.
