A Victorian spirit, returning at night,
A ghostly visit, in wedding gown white.
Dirty and ripped, a frightening sight.
Moaning and crying, floating around,
The dining room table, she can always be found,
Looking for something, three-tiered and round.
Her dark broken heart, has turned to dust.
Left at the alter, promises lost.
Vengeance on men, she no longer trusts.
Beware gentlemen, of Miss Havisham.
Brian, as well, beware of this femme.
In her sick mind, the males are all damned.
Set ablaze, her wedding attire,
Up in flames, her mansion hellfire,
Her ghostly figure, forever bemired.
Hope you had a fun Halloween.
