She walks through
passageways of the
old Victorian house.
A bed and breakfast now,
guests whisper of glimpsing her.
A lovely young woman
clad in her high-necked,
floor length dress--
the style of her time.
She is not of ours.
The grand house
built in the 1800's,
was a wedding gift
from her wealthy father.
Her true love never
found his way
to the altar.
Death claimed him
in a carriage accident
on his way to her side.
She took to the house,
refusing to leave.
One morning,
she was discovered
lying on her wedding bed
with a dagger through
her shattered heart.
Searching for her love,
her quest never ends.
She walks.
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