Mrs. O’ Jane….... The Tragic Story of her Life.

A touch so tender, caressing breezes,

So calm and peaceful, sadness ceases,
There by the seashore sat Mrs. O’ Jane
Who thought only of her pain – o’ pain.

She often sat by the trickling creek,

With a dreamy look; she’d wish to seek
The heart-warming days without a care
That was drowned with bleak despair.

Mrs. O’ Jane’s life was torn apart;

It made her mourn and broke her heart
This was the story that tragically ended
That wasn’t for her initially intended.

(Mrs. O’Jane begins her tale.)

My mother and father died the same day

In Charleton Bay on the 13th of May.
Those who knew rumoured I was hexed
Quickly left fearing they would be next.

At first I thought it was just a joke.

It made me laugh and made me choke,
But then afterwards the deaths commenced
The sheer terror loomed and became intense.

One by one they fled into the night.

So yes it was true, I shivered with fright.
Now I was - the one and only here.
I was gripped by ever-growing fear.

Alas she fell in a pitch black of gloom.

She realised this would be her doom.
So she jumped of a cliff full of grief
And saved herself finding relief.

Those who pass Mrs. O’ Jane’s lair.

They are warned to beware-Beware!
So watch carefully if a mist covers the air
A voice is heard- Welcome to my DEATH’S LAIR!!!
By SHIRLEY RUAN 7A