Heeding only the wild wind's call,
this way and that she ran.
'Til silently the dark woods enfolded all around.
Caught in The Governessa's grasp, this little one.
Led by icy hand, down and down...
There, deep under the Willow and darkly cocooned, the Ghastly one has her.
"Dear Ethel Eldritch, to where will you run?"