Girl in Black Turtleneck
Oh! Where can you possibly find her?
Surely curled up with a book, beside a fireplace.
Mascara dripping from eye lids, darkening her bags like shadow.
Oh, who could just walk through the corridors,
Like she proudly survived an explosion,
Or caused it?
Possibly be the girl in black turtleneck.
Sleepless nights or dream less nights,
Golly! She's the patron of it.
You may never find her in her room.
Library, is where she resides,
Living in the Victorian Era.
Roming the corridors,
Quoting Shakespeare and Keats.
She's the lady in black turtleneck.
'The Macabre Girl', is what the normal people call her.
Murder is indeed one of the reasons of her living.
It opens her mind, a little more, as she states.
She even says, being normal is possibly unerring, but to err is human.
Who can she possibly be?
But the bizzare queen in black turtleneck.
-Aheli
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