The Red Ladies Ghost

The Red Lady of Wigan

By a Wigan lake, where the waters flow,

A ghostly figure in red starts to glow.

She wanders alone, lost in her sorrow,

Searching for love, a brighter tomorrow.

Once a pretty girl, her heart filled with dreams,

But fate turned cruel, or so it seems.

Her heart was betrayed by a man she adored,

Leaving her lonely; her feelings he ignored.

On misty nights, if you dare to roam,

You might see her there, far away from home.

She took her life on the waters one night;

The current took her under; she put up no fight.

He cried no tears for her; his feelings weren’t true.

She said I will jump; he said “Do it, we’re through.”

A whisper of longing as the night passes by;

He showed no emotion; not a tear did he cry.

They say if you spot her, don’t run or hide,

Just listen closely and stay by her side.

Share a kind word, and help to calm her fears,

For she’s just a lost soul, bound by her tears.

The villagers know, if the moon shines bright,

The Red Lady usually appears, a beautiful sight.

Some leave her flowers, to show that they care

Hoping to ease her sorrow; they offer a prayer.

So when you hear her whispers and a chill’s bite,

Know that she lingers; she is just out of sight.

For the Red Lady of Wigan, so sad and alone,

looking for peace, in a world she had once known.

A liar, a cheat—he would not say to her, “I love you.”

She ended her life that night, her heart broken in two.

Rest in peace