I was greeted by a chilling sight.
There was a girl in a bloody dress,
Who smiled through the scarlet mess.
As I approached the lane’s end,
She asked me, “Will you be my friend?”
This morning I walked down the lane,
And the girl was standing there again.
“Will you be my friend?” she said.
Without a word, I turned and fled.
For if I desired to be her friend,
I wouldn’t have brought about her end.