Her Ghost by the River

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A faint glimmer of a wandering soul,

down by the murky water for her nightly stroll.

A lonely ghost drowned as a girl,

her corpse forgotten beneath the screaming river.

The flow of the water is her sorrow unfurled,

for her justice was never delivered.

At night she solemnly stalks the path of the river,

her ghost weeps with stolen vigor.

Her silhouette traces the mouth of the stream,

in hopes she will one day be found.

Respite is but a distant dream,

to the scream of the river she is eternally bound.

Oh, how the world can be so rotten,

an innocent girl drowned and forgotten.

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