Happy Halloween! This is the first time I've done a photo shoot, and have written poetry to go along with it. Usually, I simply write what I like about the photos, but this time, it is poetry and photos. If you are confused about the title, a white lady is a female ghost seen wearing white. :
And is the talk of the town's core,
Her red hair flowing,
That would often lead travelers astray,
On the most damp and rainy day,
Well, you shall see...
She received word that her lover,
from her most heart wrenched mother,
had been drowned in the waves,
this caused tears,
from which her mother peered,
Unknowing what the fates had in store,
For it was soon that she ran out the door,
Into the damp and forbidden moor,
But many hear her long moans echoing through the night,
giving many a fright.
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What did you think of the poem? And which photo was your favorite?
-Quinley
