The House on Grayson Place

The House on Grayson Place ~ The Disappearance

Hidden under her veil of black

Coat slung over her shoulder

No one sees her, as she moves about

Her clothes, from days, much older

She holds a scroll, in both her hands

Or is it something else she clasps

She watches, as others drift on by

Still, no one stops and asks

Ms. Grayson, hides in the shadows

Where she will never leave a trace

Laughs, at all the village folk

An evil sneer, still, upon her face

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