“Come with me!!”

Waiting for her lover boy so anxiously

Awww when will her soul ever be free?

Alas, ghosts cannot comprehend reality

Her shadowy silhouette is bleary and blurred

Whilst whistling thru the wind is eerily heard

She sounds just like that scavenging, screeching bird

Yon sighs and cries are supernaturally slurred

One may glimpse a grey and ghostly figure, with her back facing the land

As clinging to the rocks she scatters the sand

But whatever you do, don’t hold her hand