Ethereal veiled existence
A few years later an author of Sea-novels, entered
Raynhams dominion, captain murryat chose to spend his night
In the room where the poltergeist most frequently arrived
There hung a Portrait, a sketch drawn of a lady
It was the face of something dark still wandering this place

Is it for real?
I must reveal if these grim hauntings are the result of thieves and local smugglers

On this dreary night he went to sleep, guided be two friends and candlelight
All at once they froze
Suddenly they confronted the cursed lady
She came forth like freezing winds from north
No ghastly dream the brown countess existed for real

The armed captain pointed his gun and looses of a shot
The bullet passed straight through the fearsome shade
Became lodged in the wall, this thing was not meant to fall

No single cry, no wounds no blood it should have died
This unreal form dwells outside heavenly light

Carrying a lantern
Gliding past the walls where her soul became enthralled
Fear replaced skepticism
At last the shade turned and grimned in a diabolical way
Right before she vanished