Long ago she left this place
And went where kindred spirits dwell
Leaving here in vile disgrace
She has returned her tale to tell

In wretched torment she has been,
Not a moment’s peace has calmed her soul
Now she returns to face the sin,
Yearning to make her spirit whole.

That frightful night that she was taken
And blamed for the horrors that took place
It wasn’t she, they were mistaken
The culprits left without a trace

Jeering men her death song sung,
As the eery fog rose up to taunt,
To the twisted tree from which she was hung,
She now returns their souls to haunt.

Long ago she left this place,
And went where kindred spirits dwell
Leaving here in vile disgrace
She has returned her tale to tell

This was an ecphrasis, written for a ghostly Halloween picture