A woman appears at the base of the stairs
Having cold dark eyes with jet black hair
To a mistress she had been a personal maid
Possessing family secrets she's took to the grave
She stands there in silence never speaking a word
But it's quite clear she wants her voice to be heard
She beckons me to follow holding stretched out arms
Not feeling I'm in danger or that she means me any harm
I keep on her heels wondering where she's going to lead
And when we reach our destination I gasp at what I see
copyright K. N. Kiger