SHE SAT THERE AT BLACK BANK

She sat there at Black Bank that day
Searching for an ancient way
So many souls had gone before
Vagabonds and thieves galore
What was it now that made her stay?

Mesmerised by such tales that lay
In memory’s store in gold and grey
Could this really be the door
She sat there at Black Bank

Transfixed she could not walk away
From ghosts that brushed upon this clay
They crept into her very core
Clasped within their ancient lore
Nothing could these spirits slay
She sat there at Black Bank

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