She lived aside with her Skinny Wight,
Lovely and Happy with Three Part of Bread;
One was for future, two were their present.
Some days after a new owner enter, Who had the right of that third bread.
This has gone long, so little long till it happened.
I doubted some evil eyes,
That stuck in their lives,
As she was trapped in a scary rust.
Some days went and faint like an ash,
She was wrapped in a rope, which end up to that top.
This is a little short story of that Sombre Lady.