The Woman in White Walks Alone at Night

In the depths of shadow, under the moon's soft glow,

A figure emerges from the mist's eerie flow,

The woman in white walks alone at night,

questioning life's delight.

With each step she takes, a silent lament unfolds,

Her heart sings songs, enchanting yet untold,

Beware, dear souls, for her melodies entwine,

But do not listen, for her wailing is a treacherous sign.

Her voice, like a vixen’s scream at twilight's gate,

Can easily lure your soul to a perilous fate,

For if you heed her songs, your destiny concealed,

In Lake Lanier's abyss, your fate will be sealed.

Mysteries shroud her path, where darkness resides,

Where she wanders, no mortal truly abides,

Whence she seeks, is what we all eventually miss,

For life's purpose eludes us, like a fading bliss.