There she lay,
Still today;
Trapped inside a body,
In a bay.

They bury her there,
Hoping no one would say,
‘Who is the girl in the bay??’

There was no girl,
No girl in that bay.
Only a demon that lay,
Lay asleep.
Waiting for her prey.

She preys on the weak,
She preys on the caring.

So, if you see her be sure,
Be sure to leave her laying…
Laying in the dirty swamp,
Where demons like her belong.