Her cradle was an empty plot.
Amongst the dead, who’ve been forgot.
Left alone- for ghosts to raise,
to live in darkness, all her days.
A twisted soul, she grew to be,
playing on the hangman’s tree.
Her teeth were sharp- fangs like a beast,
and on the dead, she liked to feast.
She was short, but her hair was long.
Dancing jigs, to the Devil’s song.
Strange little creature of the night,
born of Hell and wicked delights.