Disclaimer: The television show Supernatural and any/all of its assorted characters do not belong to me. Nor does the Urban Legend of Bloody Mary.
Trappings
A mirror in the midnight
A voice upon the street
A gown of spider's spinning
A pair of bleeding feet
A whisper in the twilight
The edge upon a knife
And Mary, bloody Mary
Is coming for your life.
OOO
No locks can keep her hindered
No bar upon the door
She echoes in the silence
She lingers on the floor.
She strides upon the ceiling
She sleeps within the walls
And Mary, bloody Mary
Is dancing in the halls.
OOO
With eyes of brighter crimson
Begrudged by abyss-dark
Two hollow holes unending
Lit by some unknown spark.
She holds forth ghostly fingers
For the secrets none dare tell
And Mary, bloody Mary
Is a-weaving now her spell.
OOO
She walks within the trappings
She reaches through the gloom
For the Seer has called her forward
And the Hunter holds her doom
She scrambles in the shadows
She sings within the frame
And Mary, bloody Mary
Will never be the same.