Histoire documentary;

The grey lady

Overgrown with ivy 

Monk in the walls

Preist hole 

Pain in the walls

Cold spots

Darkness in the tapestry room

Eaves dropping hole

The blue room

Throwing herself and the baby into the moat below 

Narcotic, sedating me, go about his philandering 

In the deepest sleep

Which era are you from baby?

Timber beams 

Growls in the dark

The real ghost of this home is me

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Blind and insane 

Store me, embalm me,

Bury me next to him in Paris - I won’t lie alone

Patients roaming the stairs 

You’ll hear my songs now and after I’m gone

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Murdered on the moor

Back to the bar to finish my drink

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The Pendle Witch Child;

Cunningham woman or witch

Heal or harm, spells and charms, 

Runt of the litter, bastard daughter

I knew I’d bewitched you

Agony and blame, something and shame 

Consequence of curse 

Unburden thyself 

Witches or enchanters 

Pull on my body, hasten my end.

Final confession. Save my soul, not my life.

Confessions not leaving thy lips.

The gallows

The face of thy kin that put me up here

Sorry I was late, I was picking berries 

Marks In her secrets 

Betwixt 

Nothing unnatural

Witchhunting becomes undone 

Her own words - almost the death of her

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The whole towns sleeping

Typewriter terror tale 

All in Snow White 

You look so well in that colour 

Delicate silence

Soft stars

Face moon freckled

Eyes like marble