This was a chain following my visit to the ghost town of Graftin - I saw a house and the first series of lines immediately came to mine - this may grow as more lines come to me.
Folks round here called her Miss Eliza
She was married five times
Buried four husbands
They never found the fifth
Rumours flowed
Filling the reservoirs of gossip
How could someone so young
So reserved
Have caught the eye of so many
Ethereal as the moon
Men gravitated towards her
She shone so bright
None saw the shadows
The ravens which gathered