Woman in the Shroud (Lady Grimm)

She had long black hair    
Which covered her face    
And hid her well    
But in the moonlight    
You could see one eye    
Looking through you    
   .    
       .    
           .    
As he ran through    
the dark, dense forest    
Trying to find a way out    
Falling over the gnarled roots    
And rotted leaves    
Strange animal sounds in the distance    
He could hear a faint wispy voice    
Calling him    
Calling him    
Forevermore    
   
"Still she looms    
And raises her hand    
in the darkness and fog    
Pointing it at me    
Pointing at me!    
   
What does this specter of the night    
want with me?    
What evil spell does she weave?    
This necromantic witch    
Who has cursed me with her presence..."