{"id":4213,"date":"2017-12-21T13:39:17","date_gmt":"2017-12-21T13:39:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4213"},"modified":"2017-12-21T13:39:17","modified_gmt":"2017-12-21T13:39:17","slug":"lady-christmas-on-the-moor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/lady-christmas-on-the-moor\/","title":{"rendered":"Lady Christmas on the Moor"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Fog<\/a>
Fog on the Moor<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

You have heard of Father Christmas, even Mrs Christmas his alleged wife… but you will not have heard of Lady Christmas… for she his but a ghost as this seasonal gothic poem tells…<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

They call her Lady Christmas, at Christmas she does appear
\nFor it is said its at this time she did disappear
\nIn former times, few people looked, just shrugged their shoulders and moved one
\nIt comes to all in time in life, in time we all are gone.<\/p>\n

Some said that she was murdered, in the white swirling fog
\nMOre that she just got lost, drowned somewhere in the bog
\nAll had a story but none knew well, but there was the superstition
\nThat in December, when the fog fell, there was her apparition.<\/p>\n

Its said she swore that no more like her would like here perish there
\nAlone where all ground looked the same from whom no one did care
\nSo she would stand their sentiel to warn them away
\nThat is one story told by some locals to this day.<\/p>\n

But, no alas, the kindest hearts, meet a fate so cruel!
\nUnlike the cruel heartless hearts who at her time did rule
\nA horseman once while heading home took the bog at the shortest route
\nHe was am amn who knew the road well, was kind and spoke but truth.<\/p>\n

She manifested in the mist where she once upon did die
\nTo scare him away she let out the most pitiful horrific cry
\nBut he – of the noble heart! – though her a cry of help instead
\nWent to aid the damsel in distress… now he too was dead.<\/p>\n

He was found on the moor in time, a prophecy came through
\nHe had been to a fortune teller, all said her words were true
\nShe said he’d meet his death by water, her foretellings never fail
\nHe had laughed in good faith and mirth, promised he would never set sail!<\/p>\n

But there he lay prone in the moors flood, all round him like the sea
\nAs in in the middle of the ocean wide he might as well be
\nHe fell from his horse that lost his footing, banged his head and drowned
\nShe did not understand why he did not flee, being then on safer ground.<\/p>\n

Whatever happens in the spirit world between there and here
\nIts seems they do not learn from the consequences of when they appear
\nFor she appeared more, as if to punish the kind for kindnmess folly
\nMore coffins were closed and tears were shed underneath decorations of Christmas holly.<\/p>\n

But those who were cruel told of a voice, of someone trapped in the mist
\nSometimes a search party would go out if the clergy did insist
\nBut no one was ever found there, that any party could ever boast…
\nFor she was not searched for when it mattered… and now was but a ghost.<\/p>\n

So as you head home for Christmas, if crossing the bog take care
\nIgnore the spirit, she means you no harm, for her soul say a prayer
\nMay no more perish trying to save her as if paying for the cruelty of those of her time
\nMay we all know life and laughter, and no death at Christmastime!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

You have heard of Father Christmas, even Mrs Christmas his alleged wife… but you will not have heard of Lady Christmas… for she his but a ghost as this seasonal gothic poem tells… They call her Lady Christmas, at Christmas she does appear For it is said its at this …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[155,2479],"tags":[1114,4053,1115,78,2485,4051,4052],"class_list":["post-4213","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-ghost-story","tag-banshee","tag-death-on-the-moor","tag-ghost","tag-ghost-story","tag-haunting","tag-lady-christmas","tag-moor","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-15X","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4209,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/soldiers-death-announced-by-spirits-unseen\/","url_meta":{"origin":4213,"position":0},"title":"Soldiers Death Announced By Spirits Unseen","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"19th December 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"Christmas Eve, House hushed, the lonesome cry echoed through the frosty air It was said to be but an owl by all assembled there But they knew it was not, but no, was she who follows even yet Those of the blood from noble times, of whose ranks her cry\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Ghost Story"","block_context":{"text":"Ghost Story","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/ghost-story\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Over the Top in World War One","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/Over-the-Top-in-World-War-One.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/Over-the-Top-in-World-War-One.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/Over-the-Top-in-World-War-One.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/Over-the-Top-in-World-War-One.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/Over-the-Top-in-World-War-One.jpg?resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":4892,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/turkeys-ghost-returns-to-ruin-christmas-dinner\/","url_meta":{"origin":4213,"position":1},"title":"Turkeys Ghost Returns to Ruin Christmas Dinner","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"24th December 2020","format":false,"excerpt":"All was set for the Christmas The tinsel glistened on the tree, The star wasn't even crooked As in other years all too often it would be... 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