By Lola K.

Pale moon silhouettes

The dark castle

Sits on the distant mountain

A horror ship

To Whitby

The captain tied

To the wheel

Bound by the hands

With his crucifix necklace

Lucy Westenra…

Sleepwalking…

Our seat…

A tall dark man…

BEAMING RED EYES!

Two small wounds

Vein of the neck

We thought her dying

Whilst she slept

And sleeping

When she died.

She grew beautiful

In her death…

The "bloofer lady"

HAS RISEN!