They say in hushed voices that once
In the house at the end of the street,
Lived a father and his fair daughter,
Who was young and sweet.
They say her name was Lucy,
With skin fair and her hair light.
They say rich men from afar,
Came to court her day and night.
But each and every one was declined,
Except a poor man with nothing, they say.
Lucy’s daddy didn’t know of him,
They say the couple met at midnight by the bay.
But one dark day, a sunny day at that,
They say he came down on one knee.
The ring was ruby they say,
And her father invited him for tea.
And Lucy was shooed away,
So the two could be alone.
They say, all started well, chatting and laughing
Until his tattered hat was blown.
In one swift moment,
Poison was spilled
He took a sip, that’s what they said
And was instantly killed.
When the poor girl found out,
They say Lucy cried day after day.
She never ate and kept to herself
And then she died they say
But that isn’t the end.
They say she still around.
She wanders the halls, up and down.
Wailing for her lost love, her soul bound
Those courageous few who entered
Excited the lonely ghost
But when Lucy realized none were her lover
Than she kills them, doing her worst.
They say she is still in there,
Mourning during moonlight.
She’s the wolf that howls,
The devil that kills children at night.
A black veil covering her face,
And white wedding gown that hugs her waist.
