The Stranger in the Black Dress

Black lace on pale white skin,
Black hair atop a body rake thin.
Upon her shoulder a jet black Raven,
So still like the street was her haven.
Hark! The raven calls and her head twitches,
Around her throat 14 black stitches.
Her knees torn up, her soiled feet bare,
Her dress in tatters with multiple tears.

Dirt in her wake to lead the curious eye,
Back to a place where she once did lie.
An up turned grave below a marble angel,
Tells of a story most painful.
Here lies a victim of greed and hate,
A poor casualty of life's cruel fate.
A soul rejected, tormented and unheard,
Earthed right here with her faithful bird.

Hark! Comes the sound in the dead of night,
Cause chills up the spine with fright.
There Stands the black clad stranger,
With a look only described as anger.
A tear runs free down her cheek,
As her fragile lips open to speak.
"They told me I'd be Okay if only I was brave,
There betrayal lead me straight to the grave."